AN: I'm not sure where this is going to go yet. I was originally planning on this being a OneShot, but I don't think I can leave it like that. Takes place right after the Season 13 finale. Slight AU I suppose.

"Abby, where are we going?"

Abby was driving, which had always made Tim uneasy. Not as uneasy as when she had the hot rod, though. He couldn't believe she had bought a Volvo!

Tim had not been in a good place lately. His relationship with Delilah had ended suddenly and painfully only weeks before and Tony had left the team and DC with his newly-discovered daughter. Too much had changed in the last month for him to fully adjust. Abby had invited him out that Friday night to check out a new club, but she wouldn't give him any details about the place.

Tim, almost forty, didn't pay much attention to clubbing anymore, not that he had more so when he was younger. Still, he enjoyed hanging out with her, especially after all that had happened in recent times. He felt like she was the only person left he could really lean on.

"We're here!" Abby said gleefully.

Tim looked up and saw the bright, multi-color sign for The Mariposa. He could hear the loud dance music through the car windows and the lights coming through every time the doors opened to let someone inside. He looked over the domed building as Abby parked the car and noticed the rainbow flag flying at the apex of the dome. He hadn't been to this kind of club in a long time.

He didn't hide the fact that he was bisexual. Abby had known since they had dated all those years ago. In fact, she seemed excited when she found out. Tim wasn't sure why. He had even told Delilah when things started getting serious. He wanted to be totally honest about who he was with the woman he loved. She had told him that she loved him regardless and that it didn't affect their relationship. He was with her. Or, at least he was.

He wasn't totally sure what had happened there. He and Delilah had just put a down payment of a condo near Dupont Circle. It was expensive, but the building was convenient to both of their offices and was well equipped for to handle her disability. They were in the process of emptying out their shared apartment when she broke into tears. Tim didn't know what had happened, but before he could find out or console her, she had left down the elevator. It wasn't until three days later that he heard from her, when she abruptly broke it off. No explanation. No nothing. He hasn't spoken to her since.

"Abby, I'm not really in the mood for this kind of place." he said, while checking out his hair in the side view mirror. "Besides, I haven't b-been to…on this side of the fence in years."

She noticed the momentary return of his seldom-heard stutter. "Don't worry, Timmy! This is just for fun! I've been wanting to check this place out since they opened last month but I didn't want to come here alone."

"But Abbs…"

"Get that stick out of you butt…" she smiled at the unintentional double entendre, "Come on, I've got the cover charge."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him along. As much as he didn't want to be there, he became self-conscious about his appearance. He had come here directly from yard. He hadn't showered and was still wearing his work clothes.

"Just let me clean myself up quick."

"You look fine, Tim. Come on!." She was practically dragging him now. Considering he doesn't want to go in, he sure is making a fuss about how he looks she thought.

They headed to the entrance and eventually made it up to the door. When the got inside, the force of the volume of the music held Tim back, though Abby loved it. Tim made a beeline for the bar.

As he walked through the place, he began to notice things he thought he had forgotten about. Most of the guys here were much younger than he was, "not that that's a bad thing" he said to himself with a slight smile. Okay, I can appreciate this place.

When they got to the bar, he ordered for both of them.

"I'll have a dirty Tanqueray Martini with three olives and my friend will have an Old Fashioned."

Abby smiled when he heard Tim ordering one of her favorite drinks. The bartender, a man nearly six feet tall with light brown hair and hazel eyes caught Tim's eye. However, the man behind the bar did not seem to notice Tim in the same way. Tim paid for the drinks, handing the Old Fashioned to Abby and taking a sip of his Martini. The sharpness of the gin and the sweet vermouth melded perfectly in his mouth and he felt himself finally begin to relax. Abby noticed and put her arm over her friend's shoulders.

"See, I told you this would be fun!"

"Yeah Abbs, thanks for taking me…" Tim was interrupted by what sounded like gunfire. He had heard it so many times before That's definitely what it was he thought. But it was more rapid than he was used to hearing. Shit, he has an automatic! The crowd began to scream as the sound of an automatic weapon drowned out the music. He lunged for Abby, forcing her to the floor, before standing to look for the source.

The music cut out and the fire alarm came on as the crowd scrambled for the exits, all the while the firing continued. Cries of pain and shouts of terror could be heard without interruption. People were being cut down faster than Tim had ever seen. Then he remembered that he still had his sidearm. He had come directly from the office. He pulled out the Sig and began to make his way closer to the horror with all the stealth he could manage in this chaos. He almost had sight of the lunatic when he heard a yelp in a familiar voice behind him. He turned his back to the gunman and yelled.

"Abby!" but heard no response. He turned back around to the source and got a clear shot of the scumbag who was causing so much pain, but the gunman turned to see him and fired at him.

Tim was able to get off two shots before feeling searing pain across his chest and falling to the floor. At the same time, the gunman dropped with two bullets in his heart.

It wasn't over.

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