Aug. 19th, 2018

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I found a really interesting post on Tumblr called "100 Ways to Say 'I Love You'" but Tumblr is murder when you're trying to post stories and have backups somewhere else, so I'm thinking about posting it here instead. (Besides, writing NCIS fanfiction on Tumblr? Not a good idea for generating interest in your stories...) I'm gonna post the list below, and hopefully start working on the stories soon. I'll probably be posting them as I finish them here, and if I complete all of them, I'll post it to AO3. Sound cool? Cool. I'm gonna copy-paste the list below, and put a link to the post on my Tumblr here.

1) “Pull over.  Let me drive for awhile.”
2) “It reminded me of you.”
3) “No, no, it’s my treat.”
4) “Come here.  Let me fix it.”
5) “I’ll walk you home.”
6) “Have a good day at work.”
7) “I dreamt about you last night.”
8) “Take my seat.”
9) “I saved a piece for you.”
10) “I’m sorry for your loss.”
11) “You can have half.”
12) “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
13) “Sorry I’m late.”
14) “Can I have this dance?”
15) “I made your favorite.”
16) “It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
17) “Watch your step.”
18) “Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”
19) “Can I hold your hand?”
20) “You can borrow mine.”
21) “You might like this.”
22) “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”
23) “I’ll wait.”
24) “Just because.”
25) “Look both ways.”
26) “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”
27) “Try some.”
28) “Drive safely.”
29) “Well, what do you want to do?”
30) “One more chapter.”
31) “Don’t worry about me.”
32) “It looks good on you.”
33) “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
34) “That’s okay, I bought two.”
35) “After you.”
36) “We’ll figure it out.”
37) “Can I kiss you?”
38) “I like your laugh.”
39) “Don’t cry.”
40) “I made this for you.”
41) “Go back to sleep.”
42) “Is this okay?”
43) “I picked these for you.”
44) “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
45) “What do you want to watch?”
46) “You can go first.”
47) “Did you get my letter?”
48) “I’ll do it for you.”
49) “Call me when you get home.”
50) “I think you’re beautiful.”
51) “Are you sure?”
52) “Have fun.”
53) “Sit down, I’ll get it.”
54) “I made reservations.”
55) “I don’t mind.”
56) “It brings out your eyes.”
57) “There is enough room for both of us.”
58) “You don’t have to say anything.”
59) “Wow.”
60) “Happy birthday.”
61) “I’ll pick it up after work.”
62) “It can wait until tomorrow.”
63) “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
64) “It’s two sugars, right?”
65) “I’ll help you study.”
66) “Stay over.”
67) “I did the dishes.”
68) “You didn’t have to ask.”
69) “I bought you a ticket.”
70) “You’re warm.”
71) “No reason.”
72) “I’ll meet you halfway.”
73) “Take mine.”
74) “We can share.”
75) “I was just thinking about you.”
76) “I want you to have this.”
77) “Call me if you need anything.”
78) “Do you want to come too?”
79) “I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
80) “Is your seat belt on?”
81) “Sweet dreams.”
82) “I was in the neighborhood.”
83) “Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.”
84) “The key is under the mat.”
85) “It doesn’t bother me.”
86) “You’re important too.”
87) “I saved you a seat.”
88) “I’ll see you later.”
89) “I noticed.”
90) “You can tell me anything.”
91) “I hope you like it.”
92) “I want you to be happy.”
93) “I believe in you.”
94) “You can do it.”
95) “Good luck.”
96) “I brought you an umbrella.”
97) “I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
98) “Take a deep breath.”
99) “Be careful.”
100) “I love you.”
the_no_name_system: (fanfiction)
Title: "Pull Over. Let Me Drive For Awhile."
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.

Torres was yawning as they drove down a side street just outside of DC. He and McGee were heading to relieve Bishop and Quinn of their duties at the stakeout. The only problem being it was past midnight, and Torres clearly hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before. "Hey," McGee said softly. "Pull over. Let me drive for awhile."
Looking over, Torres laughed. "Cute, McGee, but I'd rather get to where we're going before sunrise."
"Torres, you're exhausted," McGee said. "The least I can do if we're going to be stuck with each other for twelve hours is let you catch a little shut-eye before we have to sit in an abandoned building for hours to see if anyone steals the bait."
"I still don't see why..." Torres yawned. "I still don't see why we had to have a whole bank of computers as bait when everything on them could be condensed to a flash drive."
"Because it's much easier to keep an eye on computers than a small flash drive," McGee said, looking Torres over. "Come on, let me drive."
Torres rolled his eyes and pulled over to the side of the curb, undoing his seat belt. "Fine," he groaned. "You mother hen. I'll crawl into the back and get some shut-eye."
McGee grinned victoriously and shifted over to the driver's seat once Torres had crawled into the back. He strapped in and kept driving, the sound of Torres snoring soon reaching his ears. McGee shook his head, yawning himself. He was exhausted, too, not that he'd let Torres know. No, Torres needed his sleep more than McGee did right now. It was fine. He would be just fine.
When they got to the building, McGee gently shook Torres awake and the two made their way inside. "Do you want first watch or should I take it?" McGee asked, knocking on the door to where Bishop and Quinn were situated.
"You're offering to take first watch while I sleep?" Torres scoffed, disbelief clear in his tone.
McGee shrugged noncommittally. "You seemed to need it. I can wake you up if there's any trouble."
"Sure you would," Torres said, this time layering his voice with heavy sarcasm.
"I'm serious, Torres. You need to sleep I can take first watch," McGee said, just as the door opened.
"Enjoy watching nothing happen all night," Bishop yawned. "I can't wait to go home and sleep."
"Seconded," Quinn mumbled, as she walked around Bishop and out the door. "I've been staring at nothing for the past twelve hours. I can't get home soon enough."
Torres grumbled, "Don't remind me," as they walked into the room and swapped information before Bishop also left.
"So. First shift. You or me?" McGee asked.
"You don't let things go, do you?" Torres groaned. "You take the first shift if you're so insistent on it."
"You're welcome," McGee said as he sat down by the monitors.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I love you too," Nick snarked, lying down to sleep.

the_no_name_system: (fanfiction)
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."
the_no_name_system: (fanfiction)
Title: "No, No, It's My Treat."
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: G
Pairing: Timothy McGee/Nick Torres
Warnings: None


Disclaimer: NCIS and the characters herein are owned by CBS. This is a non-for-profit, personal use of their setting and characters.

"Mm, that was good," Torres said around the last bites of his burger for lunch. "How much do I owe you?" he asked McGee.
"Hm? Oh, no, no, it's my treat," McGee said, sipping at his soda.
"Come on, man. This place isn't exactly McDonald's," Torres said.
"Yeah, but it's not a five-star restaurant either," McGee shot back. "It's fifteen bucks. That won't kill me. And you can pick up the tab next time if you feel so bad about it."
"You have to promise me you'll let me pick up the next tab if you pick up this one," Torres said, pointing. "Because you've picked up the last three."
McGee laughed. "Well, I do make a little more than you, being SFA and all."
"Oh, is that how it's gonna be?" Torres asked with a laugh. "Showing off your money when the girls aren't around to call you out on it?"
McGee rolled his eyes. "No, I'm just saying that I can afford to go out more than most people, and because I drag you along to have someone to talk to, I'll make sure you don't have to worry about the cost."
"Oh," Torres said, considering this new information. "Well, I guess that's okay. But next time, I'm picking up the tab."
"Yeah, if you insist," McGee said, pulling out his wallet.
"It is nice to get away from the girls sometimes. Like, don't get me wrong, I love them to death, but they can be a bit..."
"...Enthusiastic?" McGee supplied, arching an eyebrow.
"Something like that," Torres agreed. "You're not like that most of the time. You're more laid back."
"Thanks, I think," McGee said, chuckling. He put the needed money on the table and stood, soda in hand. "Ready to get back to the enthusiasm?"
"Not quite yet," Torres groaned. "Don't you think that we could take the long way back?"
"Sure, if you want Gibbs to kill us," McGee said.
Torres groaned again as they got in McGee's car. "I could use a vacation," he grumbled. "This job is exhausting."
"Exhausting? Yeah. But also rewarding, don't you think?" McGee asked.
"Well, yeah," Torres reluctantly agreed. "It's nice to be able to stop the bad apples before they ruin the whole bunch. But working a desk is more tiring than being deep undercover for literal years."
McGee laughed. "I would argue it's the other way around. At least if you're riding a desk you can be yourself, right? You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not."
"I know. It's exhausting," Torres said with a shudder.
McGee put a hand on his shoulder. "You know you don't have to pretend to be anything you're not at the office, right?" he asked.
"Sure," Torres said, looking out the window at the road.
"I mean it, Torres. No one at the office would mind you being yourself, provided you're not, like, a completely irredeemable character," McGee said. "Just be yourself, for once."
"I'll try," Nick reluctantly agreed.

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