Hey guys! So, yes, I finally got around to publishing the last story in my NCIS Brothers Series. YAY!
I am so sorry this took forever for me to start, I've been doing way too much stuff, but now I am going to start concentrating on it... hopefully.
So, I really hope you enjoy the prologue, I'll have the next chapter up when it is finished, and I will try to have both McGee and DiNozzo whump. Because I know you guys like whump just as much as I do.
So, thanks for reading, leave me a comment if you can, and I do not own these characters.
Bye!
P.S. The title means 'Brothers Forever' in Latin.
Inch by agonizingly slow inch, he returned to consciousness, his nose assaulted by the familiar antiseptic smell that he always associated with hospitals. Wracking his brain, he tried to remember what had happened, but his memory had holes the size of Swiss cheese. The only things he could remember clearly were freezing, cold water and a pair of familiar brown eyes. And Tony; he had been sure he had heard Tony's voice.
With some difficulty, McGee forced his eyes open. It took him a few moments for his vision to clear, but he was finally able to take in the off white room. He tried to sit up, but he barely made it a few inches off the bed before a wave of dizziness rolled over him. Breathing deeply, he lowered himself back down, instead allowing his eyes to scan the room.
The room was dimly lit, he heard a faint beeping above him, and a pair of green eyes was staring at him. He started, attempting to move away from the figure, his eyes settling on Abby. "You're awake," she said softly, lifting her head from her folded arms, leaning back in her chair to get a better look at him.
There was something different about her; something Tim didn't like, but he was still too groggy to put a finger on what that was exactly. Instead, he nodded and said, in a raspy voice, "What happened?"
"What do you remember?" Abby asked curiously, her usually bubbly voice listless.
Tim tried to clear his throat but winced when a spike of pain jolted through him. Abby caught on pretty quickly, raising his bed. Once he was sitting up, the room spinning in lazy circles, she poured him some water and helped him drink. Soothing, cool liquid rolled down his throat, and he was able to speak more clearly. "I almost died," he said softly.
"Yes," she replied nodding, her green eyes filling with tears. "A…and Tony saved you."
"Where is Tony?" Tim looked around, expecting to see his brother somewhere in the room. Surely Tony would have been there, waiting for him to wake up. He looked back at Abby just in time to see a single tear fall down her face and she sniffed, wiping it away. "Where is he, Abby?" Worry settled in Tim's stomach. "Did something happen…?" Did the mysterious brown eyed person hurt him? He needed to know where his brother was right now.
"Oh, Timmy," Abby cried as another tear ran down her face. "Tony's in jail."