Tims Song

"Just h-h-hold me now. I think I might b-be dying," Timothy McGee stuttered out, lying on the stone cold pavement. Two bullet holes had ripped through his chest, leaving him bleeding out in front of his 8 year partner, Anthony DiNozzo. His hair was plastered to his face as the rain hammered them both. Tony fell to his knees lifting his partner up so Tims head was resting on Tony's legs.

"No, not today. I won't lose you," Tony struggled out putting his hands over both the two bullet wounds trying to stop the steady flow of crimson liquid from pouring all over the ground. Taking one hand of quickly Tony searched for his phone only to come up empty. He must have dropped it but that didn't matter now. He replaced his hand trying to stop the red elixir of life from pouring from his partner. He couldn't lose him, he had lost to much. It wasn't fair, Tim didn't deserve this.

"Im not af-f-raid to admit I'm s-s-car-rd." Tim stuttered out, pain had mixed with fear as that was mixing with sorrow and acceptance. He looked up at his partner who he as been through so much with. He looked at the fear and defiance etched on the older mans face telling Tim that he had not been given up on. He was glad Tony was their but upset at the same time. He didn't want his partner to see him like this, Tony had already been through to much, but he didn't want to die alone. He looked into those eyes that now held pain instead of the gleam of mischief, the look that he didn't usually like seeing but found himself hoping to see it once more.

"No, don't talk like that. I NEED SOME HELP!" Tony shouted out into the quiet Washington night. He had seen Tim look into his eyes and he knew only hopelessness could be found in them so he flicked them up scanning for sings of life. The rest of the team would notice when they didn't check in. He just needed to keep Tim alive. He moved to stand up going to look for his phone or any other people but Tim clamped his hand down on Tony's.

"Please don't go," Tim struggled out between ragged breaths, he coughed only to expel blood out his mouth.

"It's okay Tim, I'm here buddy." Once again Tony took his hand off one of the wounds ripping his tie from around his neck and bunching it up over one of the wounds, inciting a small moan of pain making Tony wince in sympathy. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. "Gibbs! Ziva!"

"It's okay Tony. I'm gonna miss you," Tim said shaking slightly, Tony could see a trail of blood from Tim's mouth. Tony pulled him closer onto his lap, and began to cry. "Tell Gibbs and Z-z-iv-v-a, sor-sor-sorry."

"Say help to Kate for me," Tony said as tears fell from his face and mixed with the blood the flooded the sidewalk. The crimson colour made Tony sick to him stomach but all he could do was hold Tim.

"You g-got it bu-"

Fin

A/N

Hey, this is my first story in a long time. I have another one that should be ready soon but don't hold me to that. This is sort of based of a Robbie Williams song [Davids Song] and gets its title from it. Reviews are encouraged.

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