I'm shocked by the total lack of Fem!Tim stories! I wrote one a few days ago, but I was forced to delete it or be banned from the site. So this first chapter is the story I wrote before, but I rewrote it so it could stay up. I dedicate it to the people who reviewed my first story and encouraged me to write a sequel. You know who you are, and you're all awesome!

Disclaimer: I'm not a boy. My name isn't Don. I can't spell Bellisario without spell check. I don't own NCIS. All I own is Patricia and a self-designed NCIS Native American bead bracelet.

An unbearable ache had taken up residence in the place where Timmi's heart used to be. Jethro had abandoned her. Left her to the metaphorical wolves. Though, if there had been any wolves, she would have gladly taken the time to feed him to them... After cutting him into little pieces no bigger than her thumbnail of course.

In his defense, he didn't remember her… But it hurt that he didn't… It hurt so badly Timmi felt she would die from the pain of it. Jethro remembered her as a person, but not a lover. How? How could he remember his ex-wives to whom he never spoke, but couldn't remember the only person he had loved romantically since the death of his first wife and daughter?

He had only ever loved Shannon, and Timmi didn't blame him. It made sense, at least to her, that he still held a torch for Shannon. She had been everything to him and then she was suddenly gone, along with their only child. Many people would break under such tragedy… But never Jethro, he was too stubborn to break under such things... But he had cracked. The emotional scars had left him incapable of loving anyone like he had loved them.

Until he had met her. Their connection was instant, their first touch was electrifying, and their first kiss was the finale of a 4th of July fireworks display. Of course, after the kiss he had avoided her like she was one of his ex-wives. Timmi had waited two weeks before cornering him in his basement, demanding to know why he had kissed her as it was clearly obvious that he didn't think of her like that. She ranted and yelled at him until he had pulled her to him and kissed her senseless. They had both called in sick the next day after deciding they had much better things to do.

'Where is he now?' Timmi wondered, 'Is he happy? Does he even have a clue of how much he's hurt everyone?' Especially her. It might have been three weeks since he had left, but she knew she would forgive him a thousand times if he would just walk through the door. She would forget every hurt, every pain, and every sorrow he had caused in the past three weeks if he would return. And that made her so angry. How could she be so weak as to even think about forgiving him?

The team understood his horror at the massacre that nobody tried to stop, how could they not? But unlike them, he had lost hope. He had relived too much hurt all at once and it had broken him. He had finally broken; her beautiful strong Marine had broken like criminals in interrogation did after they met Ziva. She only hoped he could be fixed because, without him, they were lost.

The ringing of her cell phone derailed her train of thought. Glancing at the number displayed on the screen she hurriedly answered it.

"Hello?"

"Timmi, it's Patricia from Dr. Hansen's office. I'm calling about your appointment earlier."

"Oh God," Timmi groaned, "I'm so sorry! I forgot about it..."

"It's okay; I just need to set up a new one for you."

Timmi's eyebrow shot upward. "Isn't that my job?"

"I thought I would save you the trouble dear," was the cheerful reply.

"Or, you heard what happened to Jethro and you want details."

"You caught me. What can you tell me?"

"Patricia! You know I can't tell you anything," Timmi scolded, "It's an investigation."

"Not about the case," was the reply, "Though I would love to hear about that. I want to know what happened to Jethro. I need some new gossip to share at my next bridge game."

"Patricia!"

"What? I told you I didn't mean the case!"

"It's not that," Timmi pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath, "You want to tell the ladies you play bridge with about some strange agent they don't even know?"

"Sweetheart, they know all about Jethro... And you for that matter."

"What! Why?"

"Timmi dear, you and Jethro are an anomaly, and anomalies make the best gossip."

"How are we an anomaly?"

"Let's see... He's old enough to be your father..."

"Age doesn't matter to me."

"All of his past loves have been redheads and you're a brunette..."

"We passed the physical looks phase a long time ago."

"You're polar opposites..."

"Hey, opposites attract!"

"And you're completely dedicated to each other... It's a wonder you aren't married yet."

"How is being dedicated to each other an anomaly? And just so you know, we aren't... weren't ready for marriage."

"It's not an anomaly, but it is rather rare... Wait, weren't?"

Tears welled up in Timmi's eyes as she heard the concerned shock in Patricia's voice. She struggled to swallow the lump that had taken up residence in her throat, finally choking out the words, "He left Patricia... He left me, he left the team, and... He left the baby."

Updates will be sporadic at best. I don't have the time to update on a regular schedule. Sorry, but school comes first! Oh, what do you guys want the gender of the baby to be? I would also like name suggestions but, hey, whatever floats your boat.