I Do Not Own NCIS
Thanks Deb for proof reading, you're a doll! Looking forward to your upcoming story!
Tony stepped into the dentist office surprised to see McGee standing behind the glass talking to the receptionist. She was trying to talk over him as he enthusiastically discussed jet packs with anyone in the vicinity who was willing to listen even if his words were slurring.
"Well, you are going to have to take a seat Tim. Your ride has not yet arrived..." The secretary spotted Tony standing at the window, using his charm to apologize with a toothy smile for McGee's behavior. "Now would this be your ride Tim?"
Tim looked at Tony, a goofy grin spreading over his face. "Tony! Deez people deshided to pull my wishdom teeth out..." McGee disappeared as he ran from the window to the waiting room door while he kept talking to him. The door near Tony, rattled as he could see Tim was having a tough time turning the knob to open it. There were two loud thumps on the door. That caused the receptionist to disappear, assisting Tim in his efforts with the door.
Tony listened as the receptionist tried to reason with Tim. "Now, Tim. Kicking the door will not open it." Tony felt sorry for her as she attempted to stay calm during her six-foot-two male patient's medicated high.
Tony was beginning to worry what he gotten himself into, agreeing to take care of Tim following the surgery to distract his wisdom teeth.
The door opened and Tim ran to Tony with his arms wide open, grabbing him into a big, sloppy bear hug. "Tony! I mished you! Are you here to clean your teesh?" Tony noticed that Tim's mouth was full of gauze.
"I'm so sorry about this Mr. DiNozzo. He seems to be having a strong reaction to his meds. He was out cold when we finished and we were unable to wake him so we counteracted his response to the laughing gas with meds to bring him out of it. Now, as you can see, he's obviously still loopy but full of energy. If you prefer he stay here to ride it out..."
"No, no. He's my probie, um, I mean, we're really close; we work together so, I should be able to handle him." They looked at Tim as he flung cushions off the couches of the waiting room.
"I sink I lost my turtle, Skippy. Did yousss see'm?" Tim turned to them scratching his head. "I'm pretty sure he was waiting for me. Sometimes he wears a hat." Tim traced the outline of a small hat in the air over his head.
The receptionst looked at Tony with a look of worry then shrugged. "The doctor should be right with you to discuss his postoperative instructions." She replaced the cushions then headed back into the office.
Tony wrapped his arm around McGee's shoulder. "Now, let's get something straight her, probie. You have to listen to me and behave, okay?" Tony felt confident he would be able to handle this, how hard could it be. Tim would probably be asleep in minutes.
McGee looked at Tony sadly, "Where's Gibbish and Zeeee-vah? I mish dem."
"It's just me and you kid." Tony looked at the receptionist, through the window, skeptically as he patted Tim on the shoulder. He was starting to wonder if he would need to call for back-up.
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The doctor confirmed to Tony that Tim was indeed having an unusual reaction to his meds and to make sure he watched him closely over the next few hours or until he eventually fell asleep.
Tim leaned on Tony as they walked to his car. Tony left Tim at the passenger side as he hurried over to the driver's side. "Okay, get in buddy." When he looked over the roof Tim was gone; he scanned the parking lot. "Tim?"
He heard giggling, "I'm under here!"
"Under where?" Tony leaned down towards the ground next to his car, following McGee's voice.
More giggling prompted Tony to quickly get on all fours finding Tim lying on the asphalt, on the other side of his car, holding his stomach as he laughed.
"Tim?"
"You said...under...wear." Tim was breathless from laughter.
Tony rolled his eyes as he made his way to Tim, lifting him up by his wrists. "So, whatever they have given... you has turned you into a giggling, six-year-old, strung out on a sugar high. If you don't... behave yourself, you will lose your tv privileges, young man." Tony struggled to lift him, as Tim flopped and sagged, too weak from laughing. Tony pushed him against the car to hold him up as he fumbled with the door handle. Tim began to slide down the car, his knees buckling. "Stay still, McLoopy."
"Mc..Mc..Donald's! Can we go there? Then me and you could go in the ball pit. Wouldn't dat be f-f-fun, Tony?" Tim stuck out his pouty, bottom lip as he batted his long eyelashes at Tony trying to convince him.
"Wow, kid. You are really out of it." Tony grinned as he imagined Tim painstakingly maneuvering his big body through the child's gym. Tim squirmed as Tony opened the door and tried to push him into his seat. "Bet that would be worth witnessing," he said to himself.
"I don wanna...um, get in your car. Mine's bedder." Tony pushed on Tim's chest as he pulled the seat belt over his body securing him. Tony closed the door carefully so as not to slam one of Tim's fidgeting hands or loosely, kicking feet.
"I will not not take that comment to heart, taking into consideration the fact that you are wasted right now, probie."
Tony entered the car, sitting just in time to see Tim leaving. "Oh, no you don't!" as Tony grabbed for him missing his arm by inches. Tony ran, catching Tim, wrapping his arms around his waist, then frog walking him back to the passenger side. He returned him to his seat.
"Now stay there Timmy, or no ice cream and My Little Pony after dinner!" Tony pointed his finger at him with a stern look.
Tim looked as if he was about to cry. "I'm sorry." He said meekly. Tony closed the door then hit the lock button on his remote, scurrying to his side. He could see Tim through the windows unlock his door as he again ran from the car.
Tony was ready for him this time, hiding by the side of the car ready to grab him. He grabbed a fist full of his shirt as he pushed on his back, leaning him against the car while Tim wiggled relentlessly. Tony scanned the parking lot not wanting to upset any innocent bystanders as he quietly placed Tim's wrists in handcuffs, behind his back.
"Nuh, uh, you can't do that. That's unfair. Youre cheating." Tim looked back at him
"Timmy this isn't a game. You left me with no other choice." Tony guided him back into his seat for the third time replacing the seat belt with triumph. "There! Let's see you get out of that Houdini."
"But no." Tim looked down as he shook his head. "I won't do it again, please." Tim looked at Tony, pleadingly. "And...who's Houdini?"
"Tim, I gave you three chances. Now quiet, we'll be home soon."
Tim looked as if he was about to start a tantrum as he swung his head back into his head rest with force. "No!"
Tony ran to the driver's side looking over his back to make sure Tim's blood curling scream didn't attract attention. How could he explain a wasted, handcuffed man, screaming bloody murder in his car to a police officer.
As soon as he entered, he slapped an open palm over Tim's mouth. "Timmy, you gotta help me here. You're squashing any hopes I may have of ever being a father, not to mention the strength and devotion of our friendship. Now could you please behave?"
Tim's wide-open eyes closed as he began to wail. Tears ran down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Tony! You think we're good friends and I'm being mean to you! I love you, T-t-tony! You're a brother to me. Even though you're really weird, I love you." Tim sobbed uncontrollably as Tony didn't know what to make of his sudden emotional breakdown. This was more difficult to deal with than his behavior previously! He felt bad he had to put Tim in handcuffs but all he could think about was what if Tim had run out into the road while they were driving? If anything ever happened to him Tony didn't know what he'd do.
Tony leaned forward with his head in his hands. Tim slowly got a hold of himself and he started to fidget, his body wiggling under his seat belt. With his hands still handcuffed behind his back and still belted in, he was only able to sit crookedly in his seat, which didn't do him any good. He moaned with aggravation then attempted to manage his window button with his forehead. "Tony please open my window, I'm suffacate...soofacate...soofican...I can't breath."
Tony was quiet as he looked at Tim deep in thought. "Okay, plans have changed. You'll just have to recover somewhere else tonight." Tony opened Tim's window just a crack afraid of what he was capable of if it was fully opened.
Tim stretched his body so his nose could reach the open section of the window as he inhaled deeply. He was quickly distracted and then mesmerized by the moving scenery.
He turned to Tony, with a look of astonishment. "Did you see that Tony? I think it was a giant platypus." He looked out the window to confirm his observation. "Or maybe it was a short dog wearing fins?" Tim's expression became quizzical; stumped. Tony's tension released, as he erupted into a deep belly laugh. Tears began to stream down his face as he slowly wiped them away at the absurdity of it all. Tony now realized he should be grateful to see Tim in this state; he was hysterical and so damn cute; a side of Tim he might never see again.
"I really wish I had video taped this probie."
Tim sat back, beginning to relax. 'Member, Tony, when you fell off dat parking garage wall? Huh? 'Member?"
"Yeah, I do Tim."
"I'm really glad I shaved you. I love you, Tony. I don't even care when you treat me bad, because I love you."
Tony's tears became emotional now, sensing Tim's sincerity even if he was high on meds.
Tim leaned his head against his shoulder, his body, sagging into a state of unconsciousness. Tony could hear his breathing become loud and even. Tony reached his hand out to pat Tim on his thigh. "I love you, too, Timmy." Tony's voice cracked.