Just a little two-part quickie that ends with some McNozzo bromance. I wrote this story with intentions to deal with the way DiNozzo treated McGee when Directer Shepard died, so place it in season 5 or 6.

Hope to work on the "-Bond" story next but very busy with some other writing projects and plus...it's summer! here in New England. If you're following the "Lost-" story and it disappears, you can find updates at NFA.

References:

Singer- Bob Marley - Song- Feel All Right

Clint Eastwood - American actor

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McGee sat at his desk and rubbed his eyes vigorously not sure why he was unable to focus on his screen. No matter how forcefully he rubbed them it remained consistently blurry. There was an occasional wave that rippled through the picture that unnerved him. He had missed dinner the night before and breakfast that morning so chalked it up as part of the reason for his abnormal state. He could faintly hear Abby's voice but it seemed so far away. And why did the polka dots on her skirt protrude like she was in a 3-D movie?

"McGee! McGee! The show is tonight…" Tim closed his eyes to internally wish her voice to come to a screeching halt. She waved her hands and the room began to spin. Her ponytails began to flap and the polka dots on her dress now resembled strobe lights. They flashed with a relentless vengeance. She was like a bad carnival ride…complete with the queasy feeling you almost always acquire after you devour the greasy, carnival food.

He squeezed his eyes closed as he continued to rub his forehead, "This ride has got to… stop!" His mumbled words ended on an exclamation.

"What, McGee!? I want you to answer my question-"

"Abby. McGee looks like he has a headache. Give him a break." Ziva said.

Tony turned his attention from his computer to McGee and studied his probie. Worry instantly clouded his thoughts. Tim's face was a deep red and his forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat. Something was undoubtedly wrong. He was in some kind of distress and Tony developed an uneasy sense of alarm. He wanted to ignore the situation…to hope it away. He didn't like to reveal concern for someone he cared about in public and he had no interest in displaying any right now, at least not with everyone around. He would just find a way to get Ducky up here…pronto. He snatched the phone from its cradle and tapped at the keys.

He talked to Tim as he dialed. "What's with your …. eyes, McQueasy? You're liable to rub them right out of your head-uh, Palmer?" Tony turned so he was able to continue his conversation with Jimmy in private as he began to whisper. "Could you get Ducky up here? What do you mean he's in the little boys' room?"

"No, Tony-…uh, Tony?" Tony was turned away so McGee continued to talk to no one in particular. "I don't know what's wrong. I took my meds for my ear infection this morning…but I feel …weird. I think I'm just really hungry...or something."

Tim remembered Abby when he spotted her flailing about still near his desk. "You're still here? What do you need Abby?" McGee looked at her impatiently with half-closed eyes.

Ziva sighed then redirected her attention back to her paperwork, annoyed.

"I need someone to go to the concert with me tonight, I have two tickets-"

"No." Said McGee.

"and it doesn't start till 11:00-"

"No."

"so it will be a late night, especially for a school night-" Said Abby.
"No."
"and you can pick me up-"

"Abby! He said, no!" Ziva helped.

"Abby looked perplexed, "What do you mean, no McGee?"

"Not happenin.'" Said McGee.

"But...McGee?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest with a pout.
"I have work to do Abs." McGee squinted as he locked his gaze on the monitor and did not allow Abby one more glance of his attention.

"Ummpff." Abby stomped her foot then left the bullpen. Tony had hung up the phone then eyed Ziva. They both shrugged to each other then resumed their work.

Within minutes, Louise from accounting strolled in. She glanced towards Tony to see if his eyes followed her as she deliberately swayed her hips. She coyly smiled when she saw that he was then sauntered to his desk. "I hope we're still on for tonight." She held a slip of paper, "Here's my number-"
"Oooo. You might want to rethink your plans for tonight, Louise." Tim had raised his eyebrows with skepticism, his temperament serious.

"Now why is that?" Said Louise, interested.
"Yeah. Probie. Why is that?" Asked Tony as he half-stood to be able to see him over Louise's shoulder.

"You might want to ask him about the antibiotics he has been on." Tony startled then began to whip his index finger across the front of his neck while he mouthed the word "no," over and over again towards Tim, but his probie only ignored him.

"I didn't think much of it when I heard him call it in over the phone to the pharmacy, but then I found out it was a cream and he leaves his desk three times a day at the same times to go to the bathroom and the tube of medicine accompanies him."

Tony was a deep shade of red at this point as he suspiciously slid an object under his hand across his desk to its edge. There was a soft thump when something hit the carpet. Tony wore a nervous smile as a tube of medicine rocketed out from under his desk and slowed to a spinning stop into the middle of the bullpen. Tony was perplexed when he realized he had just kicked the accusative object out into broad daylight and moaned. Ziva hopped up from her chair to retrieve it.

McGee hadn't skipped a beat as he continued with his story. "So I would guess it needs to be administered in a private area, because if you know Tony, he'd just apply it right here in the middle of the bullpen and make a big production of it if he didn't want to keep his ailment discreet."

Ziva stood in the middle of the bullpen and held the tube close to her eyes, "Tony? What is Gonorr-" Ziva yelped as she quickly ducked when she realized Tony's Mickey Mouse stapler was in mid-sail and aimed straight towards her head.

Louise slowly turned towards Tony to sneer in disgust.

"But, I…don't, well, not really…It's almost gone." Tony stammered as he fumbled with his nervous, fidgety hands.

"Yeah. Sure it is." Ziva scrunched her nose at him and frowned.

Louise stood then walked towards McGee's desk. He kept his eyes on his monitor as he held out his hand. Louise slipped him the piece of paper with her number scrolled on it then stopped a moment to lean in and briefly kiss him on the cheek. She seductively ran her fingers through his hair as she departed. McGee smiled, smugly with his eyes still on the screen.

Tony's eyes were wide open, his jaw hung frozen with shock. Ziva tilted her head and leered at McGee as she chewed on the end of her pen.

"What is up with him?" Said Tony.
"I don't know, but whatever it is…I like it." She whispered to herself as she returned to her desk.

Tim had begun to hum to himself. Ziva and Tony both looked at McGee when they heard his hum transform into a song.

"One love... One Heart...Let's get together and feel… all… right. Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh."

"There is a Rasta tone to his song-" Ziva spoke to Tony, her expression filled with intrigue.
"Bob Marley, Ziva. Tim is singing a Bob Marley song." Tony then developed a keen Clint Eastwood impression, "And I believe thems is fightin' words. You have somethin' to say to me probie? Bring it on, make..my day!"
McGee ignored the field agent.

"Muh-Gee? Do you need some aspirin, maybe? Or better, yet, maybe you should go see Ducky." Said Ziva.

"I'll see him later. I have a question I need to ask him." McGee leaned an elbow on his desk as he contemplated Ziva from across the room.

Ziva, could feel his eyes on her, ""Yes, Tim." She returned his gaze, color evident in her cheeks.

"Do you think Louise and I would make a good pair?" Ziva bit her bottom lip as she had to look away to conceal her disappointment.

"Tim!" Tony couldn't control his indignation towards Tim's recent stunt any longer. "Do you mind? She was supposed to be my date!"

"What? What's the prob-"
Tim's anger rose quickly when his head was backhanded from behind. He didn't have the patience for that kind of abuse today with the way his head had throbbed now for the last two hours. He glimpsed towards Gibbs as he walked by the front of his desk. McGee glared at his senior agent as he furrowed his eyebrows and grit his teeth.

"McGee you parked in my spot. What the hell?"

McGee stood, walked around his desk to catch up to Gibbs before he reached his desk and smacked him in the back of the head that simultaneously caused the older man to spill his coffee. Gibbs stopped to turn and face McGee but Tim was already heading back to his desk. Gibbs watched as he calmly took a seat and returned his full attention back to his computer screen. Tim's voice was belligerent. "So….? How do you like it?" Tim did not wait for a reply but snorted. "Yeah. Didn't think so." McGee did not bother to disrupt his gaze on his screen for even a second to see if his actions or words had affected his senior agent.

Ziva and Tony were staring at the two men and could not for the life of them, look away. Gibbs' face reddened as he shook his hand and splashed hot coffee over the carpet and desk. He hadn't moved but squinted as if it would help him see McGee better. He drew a deep breath then looked at McGee as he tilted his head as if a different light would help. McGee ignored him as he pecked away at his keyboard.

"McGee? Are you okay?" Said Gibbs.

Tim slowly faced Gibbs. "What's that suppose to-" Tim felt himself being led away by his arms.

"How about that trip to Ducky's, McGee?" Ziva was on his right side and Tony on his left.

"Ziva, I'll see him later-" Said Tim.
"Well, Ducky misses you, you should really pay him a visit."
"Really Ziva? He misses me?" Said Tim.

"Oh, believe me he does." Said Tony.
"Well, if that's the case I suppose I could go now." Tony assisted Ziva until they reached the elevator doors.

"Uh, you got this?" Tony spoke quietly to Ziva. She nodded with assurance.

Tony returned to his desk with Gibbs close by as together they watched the elevator doors close. The last they saw was McGee backed up against the far wall of the elevator, sliding to the floor and Ziva standing in front of him, chewing on her thumbnail as she stared straight ahead.

"If Ducky says Tim is okay after he checks him out, I want you to go home with him and spend the day with him. I'll be by tonight."

"Ya know boss, I bet Tim just got into his grandmother's brownies-"
Gibbs peered at Tony before he left to buy another coffee, "Ducky did say they are "out of this world." He shrugged, a corner of his mouth raised.

Tony softly snorted and looked at the floor as he returned to his desk.