Fic - Stood Up - Fred Burkle/Tim McGee - G
Title: Stood Up
Pairing Fred Burkle/Tim McGee (A:tS/NCIS crossover)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1119
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
AN: For larakailyn. I’ve never written a NCIS fic before. :P
McGee stood by the bar as his eyes scanned the room. A sigh left his lips and he glanced down at his watch. She was an hour late and he was beginning to think she wasn’t going to show. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled his cell phone out and started to write another text message. Maybe Tony was right and it was time for him to stop meeting woman on role playing message boards.
“Excuse me.”
When he heard the female voice, McGee looked up, hoping it was Alyssa. But, it wasn’t. Instead, standing in front of him was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. She had the prettiest brown eyes and he found himself looking her over. “Wha?” he dumbly asked, his text message forgotten.
“I just need some napkins,” she said, waving her hand to the stack on the bar.
McGee reached over and picked the entire the stack up before holding them out for her. When the woman giggled - god, when was the last time he’d heard someone giggle like that - he couldn’t help but to grin as a small blush rose on his cheeks. “You probably don’t need the entire stack,” he said. He sat down and took a few off the top for her.
“No. Just enough to wipe the condensation of my glass. If my colleague ever shows up, I don’t want to shake her hand with my wet one,” the woman said as she glanced over her shoulder. “But, I think I’ve been stood up. I’m sure she didn’t want to sit here and listen to me babble about string theorems anyway.” She blushed a little and shook her head. “And, I’m sure you don’t either.”
McGee, who’d been listening to every word that came from her mouth, dumbly nodded again. “I don’t mind,” was all he said.
The woman grinned and held her hand out. “I’m Fred Burkle. Well, Winifred but everyone calls me Fred.”
He wrapped his hand around hers, hoping it wasn’t sweaty, and smiled. “I’m Tim McGee. It’s nice to meet you, Fred,” he said.
“Likewise.”
An awkward pause in the conversation fell on them and McGee started to rub the back of his neck. “Uh, since we’ve both been stood up, would you like have a drink together? I have a table reserved and…if you don’t want to then--.”
“I would love to,” Fred said as she reached over to pick up her drink. “Something about a girl sittin’ alone at a bar that seems to make all the weirdoes hit on her.”
“I wasn’t hitting on you!” McGee said, his eyes wide. “I-I…”
“You aren’t a weirdo.”
It took him a moment to process what Fred had said, but when he did, McGee smiled. “Thanks,” he said before motioning toward one of the empty tables. “It’s over here.”
He started toward the table, with Fred beside him. With a smile, he pulled out her chair and once she was seated, he took the seat across from her. They looked at each other for a moment before McGee looked away. Meeting girls online was much easier. They knew everything about you before you met them for real.
“I take it you’re here for the physics conference,” McGee asked when he remembered seeing the signs in the lobby.
“Yeah,” Fred said with a nod before she took a sip of her drink. “I was supposed to present a paper, which is the only reason why I came, but at the last moment they decided they didn’t need me. Which, sort of sucks because it’s cold here.” McGee’s eyebrows rose, and Fred smiled. “I’m from Los Angeles.”
McGee smiled at her as she spoke. It surprised him to know she was there for the conference since most science types, except for Abby, were stuck on themselves. But not Fred. She seemed warm and friendly, not to mention beautiful. Especially when she smiled. “I’ve always wanted to go to LA. So, you work for some kind of lab?” he asked.
“I work for a large company in LA,” was all she said. McGee didn’t push it, figuring they did things that they weren’t allowed to talk about. “What about you? Are you here for the conference?”
“No, I live here. Not in the hotel but in town. I work for NCIS,” he told her as a waiter came by with fresh drinks for them.
“What’s that?”
“Naval Criminal Investigation Services.”
“So, you’re a lawyer?”
McGee chuckled at that. “God, no.”
“Good,” Fred smiled as her cell phone started to ring. “I hate lawyers.” She pulled her cell phone out and looked down at the caller ID. “It’s just Wesley. I can call him back later.”
At the mention of another man’s name, McGee felt his heart drop. “Boyfriend?” he heard himself ask.
Fred snort and shook her head. “Just a friend, who acts like my big brother at times. He’s actually engaged and very happy,” she explained.
McGee let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. He knew there was a chance she had a boyfriend back home, but for the moment he didn’t want to know. He was enjoying himself too much and didn’t want to ruin it.
“Will you two be ordering anything? The kitchen closes in an hour,” their waiter said as he approached the table.
McGee looked over at Fred, wondering if she would join him for dinner. He didn’t know if it would be too forward to ask and didn’t want to risk offending her. “I don’t know. Are you hungry, Fred?” he asked.
“I’m starving,” she answered.
The waiter nodded and sat the menus down in front of them before going to another table. Both of them picked the menus up, and looked through them, as they made small talk. By the time the waiter came back to take their orders, they knew more about each other. And, by the time dinner was over, it almost seemed like they’d known each other their whole lives.
After the bar had closed, McGee walked Fred out into the lobby of the hotel. They had long exchanged phone numbers and had made plans to meet the following night.
“Thanks for dinner,” Fred said as she smiled up at him. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then?”
“Tomorrow night it is,” McGee said, with a goofy grin on his face.
Fred grinned back and leaned up so she could softly brush her lips over his cheek. “I had a really nice time tonight,” she said as she pulled away. “Goodnight, Tim.”
“Night, Fred,” he said as she turned and walked toward the elevator.
Maybe getting stood up wasn’t that bad.
Pairing Fred Burkle/Tim McGee (A:tS/NCIS crossover)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1119
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
AN: For larakailyn. I’ve never written a NCIS fic before. :P
McGee stood by the bar as his eyes scanned the room. A sigh left his lips and he glanced down at his watch. She was an hour late and he was beginning to think she wasn’t going to show. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled his cell phone out and started to write another text message. Maybe Tony was right and it was time for him to stop meeting woman on role playing message boards.
“Excuse me.”
When he heard the female voice, McGee looked up, hoping it was Alyssa. But, it wasn’t. Instead, standing in front of him was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. She had the prettiest brown eyes and he found himself looking her over. “Wha?” he dumbly asked, his text message forgotten.
“I just need some napkins,” she said, waving her hand to the stack on the bar.
McGee reached over and picked the entire the stack up before holding them out for her. When the woman giggled - god, when was the last time he’d heard someone giggle like that - he couldn’t help but to grin as a small blush rose on his cheeks. “You probably don’t need the entire stack,” he said. He sat down and took a few off the top for her.
“No. Just enough to wipe the condensation of my glass. If my colleague ever shows up, I don’t want to shake her hand with my wet one,” the woman said as she glanced over her shoulder. “But, I think I’ve been stood up. I’m sure she didn’t want to sit here and listen to me babble about string theorems anyway.” She blushed a little and shook her head. “And, I’m sure you don’t either.”
McGee, who’d been listening to every word that came from her mouth, dumbly nodded again. “I don’t mind,” was all he said.
The woman grinned and held her hand out. “I’m Fred Burkle. Well, Winifred but everyone calls me Fred.”
He wrapped his hand around hers, hoping it wasn’t sweaty, and smiled. “I’m Tim McGee. It’s nice to meet you, Fred,” he said.
“Likewise.”
An awkward pause in the conversation fell on them and McGee started to rub the back of his neck. “Uh, since we’ve both been stood up, would you like have a drink together? I have a table reserved and…if you don’t want to then--.”
“I would love to,” Fred said as she reached over to pick up her drink. “Something about a girl sittin’ alone at a bar that seems to make all the weirdoes hit on her.”
“I wasn’t hitting on you!” McGee said, his eyes wide. “I-I…”
“You aren’t a weirdo.”
It took him a moment to process what Fred had said, but when he did, McGee smiled. “Thanks,” he said before motioning toward one of the empty tables. “It’s over here.”
He started toward the table, with Fred beside him. With a smile, he pulled out her chair and once she was seated, he took the seat across from her. They looked at each other for a moment before McGee looked away. Meeting girls online was much easier. They knew everything about you before you met them for real.
“I take it you’re here for the physics conference,” McGee asked when he remembered seeing the signs in the lobby.
“Yeah,” Fred said with a nod before she took a sip of her drink. “I was supposed to present a paper, which is the only reason why I came, but at the last moment they decided they didn’t need me. Which, sort of sucks because it’s cold here.” McGee’s eyebrows rose, and Fred smiled. “I’m from Los Angeles.”
McGee smiled at her as she spoke. It surprised him to know she was there for the conference since most science types, except for Abby, were stuck on themselves. But not Fred. She seemed warm and friendly, not to mention beautiful. Especially when she smiled. “I’ve always wanted to go to LA. So, you work for some kind of lab?” he asked.
“I work for a large company in LA,” was all she said. McGee didn’t push it, figuring they did things that they weren’t allowed to talk about. “What about you? Are you here for the conference?”
“No, I live here. Not in the hotel but in town. I work for NCIS,” he told her as a waiter came by with fresh drinks for them.
“What’s that?”
“Naval Criminal Investigation Services.”
“So, you’re a lawyer?”
McGee chuckled at that. “God, no.”
“Good,” Fred smiled as her cell phone started to ring. “I hate lawyers.” She pulled her cell phone out and looked down at the caller ID. “It’s just Wesley. I can call him back later.”
At the mention of another man’s name, McGee felt his heart drop. “Boyfriend?” he heard himself ask.
Fred snort and shook her head. “Just a friend, who acts like my big brother at times. He’s actually engaged and very happy,” she explained.
McGee let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. He knew there was a chance she had a boyfriend back home, but for the moment he didn’t want to know. He was enjoying himself too much and didn’t want to ruin it.
“Will you two be ordering anything? The kitchen closes in an hour,” their waiter said as he approached the table.
McGee looked over at Fred, wondering if she would join him for dinner. He didn’t know if it would be too forward to ask and didn’t want to risk offending her. “I don’t know. Are you hungry, Fred?” he asked.
“I’m starving,” she answered.
The waiter nodded and sat the menus down in front of them before going to another table. Both of them picked the menus up, and looked through them, as they made small talk. By the time the waiter came back to take their orders, they knew more about each other. And, by the time dinner was over, it almost seemed like they’d known each other their whole lives.
After the bar had closed, McGee walked Fred out into the lobby of the hotel. They had long exchanged phone numbers and had made plans to meet the following night.
“Thanks for dinner,” Fred said as she smiled up at him. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then?”
“Tomorrow night it is,” McGee said, with a goofy grin on his face.
Fred grinned back and leaned up so she could softly brush her lips over his cheek. “I had a really nice time tonight,” she said as she pulled away. “Goodnight, Tim.”
“Night, Fred,” he said as she turned and walked toward the elevator.
Maybe getting stood up wasn’t that bad.