McGee
"McGee! Get out! Now!" The director's voice rings out sharp and clear across the building. In the past, the authoritative tone would have sent the round-faced agent scurrying to follow orders, but Tim had grown a great deal in his eight years as a field agent.
"Just one second Director!" Tim calls out as his fingers fly across his keyboard with the speed and accuracy of many years of practice. He's desperately trying to send every last shred of evidence to his jump drive. He knows it's dangerous to stay in the building with a bomb just outside the wall, but he cannot lose everything that they've gathered, especially when he had possibly found something that would lead them to Dearing.
He will not let Harper Dearing win.
As Tim's fingers fly desperately faster and faster over the keyboard, a movement in his peripheral vision makes him look toward the exit, where he catches sight of Tony and Ziva running toward the elevator, despite the evident danger the explosion posed.
"Use the stairs! Tony, Ziva, use the stairs!" he cries, but his words are lost in the chaotic din surrounding the bullpen. His computer gives a sudden trill, and in the brief moment it takes to look down and see that the upload was complete, his two co-workers have disappeared into the metal box. Cursing softly under his breath at his co-worker's stupidity, Tim shuts off his computer and throws on his backpack, praying that the elevator will bring his friends to safety. As he starts towards the stairs, his thoughts roam towards Abby, causing his throat to tighten- he hasn't seen her around recently.
He needs to find her, he needs to make sure she's safe. He won't let that crazed bastard hurt…
BOOM!
Within a matter of seconds, the bullpen is transformed into something resembling a war zone as Dearing's "message" detonates, tearing the area apart. Glass, metal and brick fly in all directions, pictures are blown off the walls, fires ignite and bodies fall.
McGee never knows what hits him- literally. One second he's stepping out of the box of cubicles, and the next he is thrown backwards by an explosive force. His head snaps back while a tongue of flame sears his neck and lower jaw. His body slams sideways into Tony's desk, snapping several ribs and making it suddenly very difficult to breathe. He groans once, and then slides to the floor.
His head lolls to one side as blood drips out of his mouth and ear, and he knows no more.
I know, it's short, but I couldn't come up with anything longer that went with the story.
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