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the_no_name_system) wrote2018-08-19 08:49 pm
the_no_name_system) wrote2018-08-19 08:49 pm
"Pull Over. Let Me Drive For Awhile." - NCIS
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.
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.