McGee x Reader: Doggy Dates

Key:

(Y/N) means your name

You watched your Boerboel, Rocco, jump around and play with a large German Shepherd in the spring time Washington D.C. air. The dogs ran over to you, wanting to play fetch with the ball Rocco had in his mouth. You chuckled, taking the ball from your dog and throwing it in the other direction. They chased after it, the German Shepherd bringing it back.

You pet Rocco, cooing at him. "Good boy, Rocco. Good fetch." The German Shepherd whined, wanting your attention. "You're a good boy too... Uh..." You said, looking at the dog's tags. "Jethro. What a nice name. Where's your owner, buddy?" Jethro barked and ran around you in circles. You chuckled and let the dog lead you to his owner.

"Oh, there you are, Jet! You having fun boy?" He asked, crouching down to pet the dog. The man was wearing a dark grey running jacket with jeans on. He had brown hair and soft green eyes. He looked like he was about six feet tall. Rocco ran over to the man and jumped up on him, knocking him over.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" You said, calling Rocco over. "Good boy. Sit." Rocco sat down next to you. "I'm so sorry about him. He's very friendly." The Boerboel barked in response, wagging his tail. You helped the man up, smiling at him.

"It's okay, I've had worse. I'm Tim. Nice to meet you." Tim introduced himself. "I see you've met Jethro."

You chuckled. "Yeah. This is Rocco and I'm (Y/N). Jethro and Rocco seem to be getting along well." You watched the dogs jumping up on each other and chasing each other around.

"They do. How long have you been coming to this park? I've never seen you around here." Tim stated. It was true, you had only been to the park a few times.

You sighed. "Uh, I just started coming here. Rocco and I just moved from San Francisco. I got transferred out here 'cause of my job." You were an ATF agent who had just been transferred from the SF field office to the D.C. office for a promotion. The change had been hard on you, having to leave your friends and co-workers, but with Rocco coming along you felt much better. He had some anxieties as well, but the park and taking him for runs in the morning helped him.

Tim nodded. "I know what being transferred is like. Well, not me but my dad. He was Navy and we moved around a lot." You offered him a kind smile, and in turn he offered you one.

You both watched as the dogs ran over to you two, Jethro holding a ball in his mouth and dropping it at Tim's feet. Tim picked it up and threw it, the dogs barking and running after it. "When'd you get Jethro? You two seem awfully close." You asked Tim.

Tim smiled. "Funny story. First time I met Jethro he attacked me. I've had him since 2008."

You looked at Tim in shock. "He attacked you?"

"Yeah. I was investigating his handler's death. I'm NCIS." Tim replied.

"I'm ATF. I met Rocco at a bust. He was being abused by the ring leader of a illegal firearms dealers." You explained. "I've had him since he was a puppy. I love him so much."

Tim chuckled. "Sure seems like it. Why don't we get coffee some time?"

You nodded. "I'd like that."

Tim's phone started ringing. "Oh, sorry." He put the phone to his ear. "McGee... Yeah... Okay, boss... Might be late gotta take Jet home... Yeah, tell Ziva to grab my-... Okay. See ya boss." He puts the phone in his pocket and sighed. "Sorry, got a dead marine. Call me and we can have coffee." He scribbled his number on a piece of paper and handed it to you. "Jethro! Come!" He called. Jethro pricked up his ears and ran over to Tim, who put the leash on him. "Let's go home, come on, boy. Nice meeting you and Rocco, (Y/N)." He said, waving as he left.

Rocco trotted over to you and barked. "I know, Roc. Let's go home. I gotta go to work." You get up and put the leash around your dog's neck and walk home.

-a few months later-

You were on your way to work, getting a coffee from your new favorite cafe and you heard Tim. You turned to see him walking in and he smiled at you while continuing his conversation. You two had been talking and meeting up with your dogs at least once or twice a week and had grown close. In fact, you had started had harboring feelings for the NCIS agent, and unbeknownst to you, Tim had started to feel the same.

"Tony, I'll get you your pastry, jeez... Yeah... You owe me five bucks for this... Bye, Tony." You heard him say on the phone. He stopped right behind you at the back of the line. "Oh, hi, (Y/N). What a small world!"

"Hi, Tim." You replied. "Coffee run?" You inquired of him.

"Yeah. We've been working this case day and night and I'm exhausted." Tim sighed tiredly.

You smiled at him. "Why don't you let me get you coffee? My treat." You decided that because he was so tired you'd lend your friend a hand.

"Really?" Tim looked shocked at you.

"Yeah. We can chat for a while if you want." You offered.

"That sounds nice." He smiled. He was grateful for you kindness and hoped he wasn't putting you in an awkward situation, which you made clear he wasn't. You two ended up sitting outside, talking about your dogs and the stress of your jobs.

"I'm taking Rocco to the park tonight, why don't you bring Jethro and meet us there? Roc's been dying to play with his new friend." You suggested.

"Sure. I'll be there." Tim answered. He looked at his watch and got up. "I gotta get back to the Navy Yard. See you tonight?"

"Yeah. See you, Tim." You said, watching him run out.

-that night-

You and Rocco had been walking around Rock Creek Park for a while, taking in the crisp autumn air. It was pretty peaceful for a late afternoon walk. You saw Jethro sprinting at you, Tim getting dragged along behind him. Jethro stopped and sniffed Rocco, very happy to see him. The two dogs barked and their tails started wagging.

Tim was bent over, trying to catch his breath. "Hey..." He panted. He still looked tired, probably due to the lack of rest he mentioned.

"Hey yourself, Tim." You smiled, helping him toward a bench. You both let your dogs off their leashes and they ran toward the grass and fallen leaves, barking at each other. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Just a long day." He replied, stretching his arms above his head. He leaned against the back of the bench and put his arm on the back. "How was your day?"

You shrugged. "Just paperwork. Nothing exciting." You and Tim continued to talk while watching your dogs play, bringing you a ball or stick once in a while.

You noticed it was getting dark and called over Rocco, who had Jethro on his tail. You and Tim both leashes your dogs and decided you wanted to walk a bit more. You walked along the creek, laughing at Tim's stories about Tony and Ziva and him laughing at stories about your co-workers.

You hadn't noticed that your dogs seemed to switch sides of where they were walking and you two kept in your spots. You stumbled as Rocco tried to run, but you got all caught up in his and Jethro's leashes and fell into the bushes.

"You okay, (Y/N)?" Tim asked, helping you up. He brushed some leaves off of your shoulders.

"Yeah, thanks." You smiled at him. You wiped the leaves off of your arms and torso as best you could. You blushed as his hands lingered on your shoulders. "Uh, Tim?"

He snapped back into reality. "Oh, sorry." He said, quickly removing his hands. You could see the tips of his ears go red from embarrassment. He gave you Rocco's leash, which you had dropped when you fell. Rocco barked and ran a quick circle around you and Tim, causing you to be pulled together. "Oh, uh." Tim stuttered.

"I'm gonna fall!" You exclaimed, leaning into him to balance, but instead causing you both to fall over, with you ending up underneath him. "Sorry, Tim. Rocco's usually so well behaved. He's never done this before."

"It's okay." Tim smiled, causing you to blush. He was still on top of you and Rocco sat next to Jethro, tails wagging. Tim was flushed red, from what you could tell with the street lamps on the path. He untangled himself from you and helped you up again.

He smirked before kissing you softly on the lips. He pulled back and looked away from you, nervously. "I've wanted to do that for a while." He quietly admitted.

"I've wanted you to do that for a while." You returned. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back for another kiss.

"So wanna go for a real date without our dogs next time, (Y/N)?" He asked.

"Sure." You smiled. "I'd love to." Rocco and Jethro both barked happily. "You little matchmakers." You laughed, petting them both. "Thanks."