Coming home to your door cracked open with McGee please.
You’re just finding your keys in your purse and discussing dinner options with McGee, when his arm sticks out and stops you in your tracks.
You look up. “What is it?”
He doesn’t answer, other than to reach for his gun and stare towards your apartment.
You follow his gaze to find the door to your shared apartment cracked open. Instantly, you’re on alert. “Timmy?” you ask in a small voice.
“Shhh. It’s okay. Call Tony.” His gun is trained on the door. You hurriedly dial Tony’s number. You fumble, fingers nearly misdialing in your hurry.
When the call finally starts going through, you’re aware of McGee’s controlled breathing and your lack of it.
You can hear music playing from inside your apartment. The BeeGees it sounding like. Your eyebrows furrow, glancing at McGee. He looks equally confused.
When Tony finally picks up, the music stops. “DiNozzo, here.”
“Tony? We have-”
But you never get to finish as McGee suddenly takes charge. He pushes past the door, yelling. You follow right after him, confused as you take in the scene of McGee chasing a surprised but laughing DiNozzo.
In a few seconds too late, you realize the music you had heard earlier was just DiNozzo’s ringtone. “What the hell, Tony! What are you doing in our locked apartment?”
He laughs. “Gotta keep Probie on his toes!”
You shake your head and dial for pizza as you watch your boyfriend chase DiNozzo around the living room.