Timothy McGee, Protector
A/N: So I've been on a little McGee kick lately. I think he's scrumptious and I'm not afraid to say so. Here's my latest idea. Also I do not endorse any of the actions described within (except kissing McGee!) and I will warn you that it's going to get crude.

Tim McGee never thought of himself as a tough guy. As he had once described his sister, he was "more likely to lash out with a pen than his fists." He made an honest effort to avoid confrontation whenever possible. However, working at NCIS had hardened his shell and straightened his backbone. He still wasn't the toughest of guys, but he knew how to handle himself in a fight. Not to mention, the gun at his side helped.

So how did McGee find himself being held back by Tony and another man while some punk with a bloody nose was smirking at him? Well…

"First round's on me!" Abby shouted as the group pushed through the crowd of college kids to get to the bar. The Goth raised her hand to grab the bartender's attention and placed the order for two mojitos, a glass of white wine and a bottle of Corona. Once the drinks were placed in front of them, the group grabbed a table nearby. They took a moment to look around, taking in the atmosphere as well as the patrons. They seemed to be one of the few clientel that were over the age of 25.

"Excellent choice of establishments Probie," Tony shouted over the music. He watched as a pair of scantily clad coeds sauntered by the table. An appreciative smirk graced his lips as he watched them make their way to the dance floor. His eyes followed them closely until he felt an elbow connect with his ribs. "Sorry," he mumbled looking to his partner.

"Sarah told me about this place," McGee commented. "It's only a few blocks from campus so her and her friends come here all the time."

"I can see why she likes it," Abby said. "The drinks are cheap, the music is loud—"

Ziva picked up her line of thought. "And the men are—"

"Too young for you," Tony finished with a leer.

Ziva looked at him incredulously. "So you are allowed to google the girls but I cannot look at the men?"

"Ogle," Tony corrected slinging an arm around his partner's body, "and I didn't say that Sweetcheeks. However, it is in bad taste to pick up a guy while your boyfriend is sitting next to you."

"You stop leering at the girls and I promise you will be the only guy I take home."

Tony smiled and planted a kiss on her lips. "Deal."

"Aren't they cute?" Abby gushed.

"Nauseatingly so," Tim relented. He took a large gulp of his wine, finishing off the glass. "Anyone else need a refill?"

"I'm good, Timmy."

"Me too," Tony echoed.

"I'll come with you McGee," Ziva said climbing to her feet. The pair disappeared into the crowd in search of more alcohol.

Tony turned to the forensic scientist across from him. "So Abs, how goes it?"

"It goes good Very Special Agent DiNozzo."

"And McGoo? How's he doin?"

Abby snorted. "Why are you asking me?"

Tony studied her closely. "Well who better to ask than the person who is closest to him?"

"And that would be me?" Abby did her best to feign innocence, taking a long sip of her drink and looking anywhere but at the man across from her.

"Well you are the one sleeping with him." At his words Abby choked on her drink quickly covering her mouth as a deep blush rose to her cheeks. "Don't worry, I'm not going to rat you out to el jefe."

"Thanks," Abby said. "But…how did you know?"

"I'm a trained investigator," Tony chuckled. When Abby raised her eyebrows he faltered. "Plus McGoo's been way too happy lately. I knew there was something up."

Abby was about to respond when a round of laughter erupted from the table next to them. A group of college guys sat around a large circular table, a slew of beer mugs and pitchers in the center. They had been loud since the coworkers had entered the bar but this eruption was noticeable. There were high-fives thrown around and even a few fist pumps happening.

"I can't believe you nailed that hottie."

"Believe it dude. And I must say that for a freshman she was pretty damn amazing."

"What about you Steve?" one of them asked. "Any luck with that sophomore you've been chasing? What was her name?"

Steve attempted to answer but one of his companions butted in. "Sarah!" he shouted, "Sarah McGee. You've been chasing that tail for weeks."

"Please tell me you finally hit it," another pleaded.

Immediately Tony and Abby's ears perked up. These eggheads couldn't be talking about McGee's little sister, right? But really what were the odds that there was another Sarah McGee in the area?

"Tony," Abby whispered suddenly very aware of the situation. DiNozzo put up his hand to silence his companion as he attempted to eavesdrop on the conversation at the next table.

"C'mon man, don't leave us hanging."

Steve's face cracked into a smile. "Wednesday night," he conceded. A round of high fives and hooting followed as Steve earned a few claps on the back.

"So how was she?"

Steve shook his head with a laugh. "I'll definitely keep that one on the back burner."

"Tony," Abby stage whispered, her eyes darting in the direction that McGee and Ziva were walking back toward them.

Tony glanced over his shoulder and turned back with a look of panic. "Distract him," he blurted before McGee and Ziva took their seats at the table. McGee slid a bottle of beer across the table to Tony before taking a casual sip of his wine. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Nothing!" Abby answered a little too quickly earning a stern look from Tony.

McGee turned his attention to the woman next to him. He quirked an eyebrow and studied her closely. "Nothing?"

"Yep. Absolutely nothing. We were just sitting here quietly."

Again McGee watched her closely. She was definitely hiding something. But before he could open his mouth to interrogate her further Abby's lips crashed into his.

Ziva was surprised to say the least when Abby launched herself at McGee, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his face to hers. She looked at Tony whose eyes told her not to question it. A question formed on her lips but the small shake of his head stopped the words from escaping.

Eventually Abby and McGee parted, taking a long moment to stare into each other's eyes before turning back to their colleagues. Tony was grinning like the Cheshire cat while Ziva looked utterly confused.

"Well," Tim sputtered.

"Guess the cat's out of the bag," Abby laughed.

"You could say that," Tony said. As awkward as this moment was, if it was going to keep McGee from hearing the conversation taking place at the next table he would suffer through it.

"How long has this," Ziva gestured between the two, "been going on?"

Abby opened her mouth to explain when another round of cheers erupted from their friends. McGee glanced over his shoulder at the rowdy group, rolled his eyes and turned back to his party.

"Man you gotta let me get in on that," one of the guys shouted.

"No way am I sharing that one," Steve laughed. "She's mine. You can have her when I'm done."

"C'mon man, at least give me her number."

Reluctantly Steve pulled out his phone and scrolled through the contacts before rattling off a phone number.

McGee's ears perked up. He could have sworn that was his sister's cell number, but there was no way. He must have missed a number. There was no way his sweet, innocent little sister would be involved in any way with Neanderthals like this.

"Name's Sarah right?"

"Yeah," Steve drawled.

"Gotta ask dude, she any good?"

"Oh yeah. She's very…giving," he laughed and made a crude gesture earning a few laughs from around the table.

Before Tim knew what he was doing, his chair flew backwards and he was hauling one of the Neanderthals to his feet by his collar.

"What the fuck dude?"

"Sarah McGee?" Tim growled. There was no use making a scene if this guy was talking about someone else.

Steve looked to his buddies for help but found that they were all dumbfounded, watching the scene unfold. "Yeah. That's her, Sarah McGee," he swallowed the lump in his throat and cracked a cocky smile. "Don't tell me you're nailing her too. I knew she was a slut."

Without a second thought Tim pulled his right arm back and brought his fist down in the center of Steve's face. The second his fist connected with the other man's face all hell broke loose. Steve's friends came to his aid immediately, two of them pulling Steve to his feet while another one launched himself at McGee landing a solid punch to the agent's jaw. Tony sprung from his chair and immediately tried to get to his coworker, but the growing crowd made that difficult.

"Out of the way," he shouted pushing past the onlookers. When he finally got through he had to pull a body off him. "Tim. Tim stop!" Tony yelled as the younger man struggled in his arms.

"You heard what he said," McGee growled trying desperately to get at the man in front of him. "Jackass!"

Steve brought his hand to his nose. "Dude she's not worth it. The sex wasn't that good."

McGee strained against his captors before shaking Tony and the other man off and storming out the door.

"What the hell is his problem?" one of the men demanded.

Tony gave the man a hard shove. "She's his sister," he growled. "You're lucky you're not dead right now." Ziva tugged his elbow forcefully, hoping to avoid another round of fighting. Reluctantly Tony acquiesced and allowed himself to be pulled away from the scene. "Where's McGee?" he asked running a hand over his face.

"He left. Abby followed him."

Tony wrapped his arm around her waist and headed for the door. "Let's go find them."

I am planning a follow up chapter, but I just needed to get this one out there first. Let me know if you like it.