the_no_name_system | "It Reminded Me of You."

Title: "It Reminded Me of You."
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: G
Pairing: Timothy McGee/Nick Torres
Warnings: None

Disclaimer: NCIS and the characters herein are owned by CBS. This is a not-for-profit, personal use of their setting and characters.

McGee looked down at his desk, at the vintage typewriter on his desk, as well as the full ream of paper just waiting to be used, and he looked around the bullpen. "Whose typewriter is this?" he asked, brows furrowing. Bishop just shook her head in bewilderment. Quinn subtly pointed to Torres. McGee's frown deepened. "Nick?"

"As of today, yours," Torres said. "I was helping my sister clean out her attic. I saw this and it reminded me of you."

"So...you're giving it to me?" McGee asked.

"Well, my sister said she was going to just throw it out otherwise," Nick said with a shrug. "And I know you like that sort of...thing. Bishop told me about your typewriter at home."

"Yeah, for the record, I had no idea he would go out and get you something because of it," Bishop said, raising her hands in surrender. "This was all him."

McGee looked down in no small amount of wonder at the device in front of him. "The keys will need some getting used to," he said, scratching his head. "And it will probably need fresh ribbons, but this is really thoughtful. Thanks, Nick."

"Don't go getting sappy on me, now," Torres warned. "Whenever you use my first name you start getting sappy, and it's just embarrassing for everyone involved."

McGee laughed. "Fine. Thanks, Torres. Now do you have those reports I asked you to fill out yesterday?"

Torres didn't say anything and Quinn winced. "Ooh, sounds like someone was trying to butter McGee up because he forgot to finish his reports."

"That's not what this was," Torres said. "I was so busy helping my sister over the weekend that I forgot. I'll have them done by the end of the day."

"Yeah? You'd better. Gibbs will keel-haul both of us if you don't get your reports done," McGee warned.

"He wouldn't," Torres scoffed.

"He would," everyone in the bullpen responded in unison.

Torres looked around and swallowed. "Okay. I'll just...work on those reports, then."

"Thank you," McGee said, sitting down and feeding paper into the typewriter, to see if the ribbon needed to be replaced right away or not.

He didn't fail to notice Torres looking over, pleased. McGee inwardly rolled his eyes. Of course Torres would seem happy that McGee enjoyed his gift. He was probably patting himself on the back for thinking about doing that. His only consolation was that Torres did indeed seem to be working on reports, and Gibbs hadn't swooped in and taken Torres away from those reports yet.

At the end of the day, McGee had the paperwork Torres had done and everyone was going to go out for a drink. "Coming, McGee?" Torres asked.

"I'll pass," McGee said, looking at the typewriter on his desk with the one sentence that proved the ribbon was still working. "I have a new toy to get acquainted with tonight."

Torres grinned. "I'm glad you like it. I really did think of you."

"I know, Torres."