NCIS
HOLES IN THE FLOOR OF HEAVEN
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A songfic...Timothy McGee and Abby Scuito story.
SUMMARY:
The day before Timothy McGee's 8th birthday his mom's mother dies. He grows up and finally after a long road...Abby Sciuto realizes she really loves Tim, when she almost loses him.
CHAPTER 1: TIMOTHY MCGEE'S 8th BIRTHDDAY...
One day shy of eight years old
Grandma passed away
Timothy McGee could not believe it...
His grandma...his mom's mom.
He had many questions and his parents answered them the best they could.
His father was stern...
His mom was there for him...
she was getting ready for his baby sister to be born.
Tim felt alone and began trying to find things to do and he wished he could.
He stood there beside the grave with his parents, friends of his grandma and other family.
THE NEXT DAY...
Tim got up, but it wasn't a very happy day and he felt so sad.
Today was his 8th birthday, but this time his grandma wouldn't be here to celebrate it with them.
He looked around...
His father...
His mother...
Grandma Penny and other family.
He blew out the candles of his birthday cake and wanted to cry, because she wasn't there.
I was a brokenhearted little boy,
blowing out that birthday cake
Later that night he got ready for bed and laid down, this had to be the worst birthday ever.
His grandma was someone who understood him and knew he was smart for his age. He could tell her about the kids at school always picking on him and other things he couldn't tell his parents.
It was cold and looked like it was going to rain for most of the day. Finally, as the rain started to pour down that night, he started to cry.
His mother must have heard him, because she came into his room and sat down on his bed.
His mother smiled a sad smile as she put her arms around him.
"Don't be sad, Tim. You know your grandma's watching over you and knows it was your birthday. Just imagine that there are holes in the floor of heaven and that rain out there are her tears for you, that's how you know she's watching. She wishes she could be here with us and..."
His mom pulled back to make him look at her, before she continued.
"When you get lonely, just remember those holes that she can see through. We'll always think of her and she'll think of us to." Tim nodded as he wrapped his arms around his mother as he continued to cry.
How I cried when the sky let go
With a cold and lonesome rain
Momma smiled and said don't be sad child
Grandma's watching you today
'Cause there's holes in the floor of Heaven
and her tears are pouring down
that's how you know she's watchin'
wishin' she could be here now
And sometimes if you're lonely
just remember she can see
there's holes in the floor of Heaven
and she's watchin' over you and me
He felt a little better and his eyes began to close.
It had been a long couple of days and Tim was so tired.
He felt his mother still holding him as he cried himself to sleep.