Hi! I decided to try McGiva story
Timothy McGee had just got off work. He had gone off his book for awhile now, but after this busy week of helping a blind photographer and Director Sheppard's obsession with some foreign man his fingers were itching to type.
He sat down and loaded his beloved machine but after only typing one letter nature called so he ran off.
He came back a few minutes later and saw his door was open a few inches. "Strange, I know I locked it" he muttered and pulled his gun.
He closed the door but then chided himself and blamed it on stress. He sat back down and started typing when he heard a voice "so what's Lisa up to with Tommy." Tim jumped and turned around to see Ziva standing there with a bottle of wine.
'Ziva, what are you doing here?" he asked now only a little more relieved.
Ziva scoffed and took a drink of the wine finishing off the bottle. "Well Timmy I'm here because my house is being non bugged and I need a place to stay at for awhile" Ziva said and went off to look for more alcohol.
Tim just stared at her as she opened his cupboards finally finding a strong brand of alcohol. "Ziva, I don't think it's a good idea to be drinking while you're obviously depressed" Tim said and Ziva glared at him.
"Timothy, I am not depressed, I came to you because I want you to kill Tommy's girlfriend and have Lisa be the murderer" Ziva said with murder in her eyes.
McGee sighed and stood trying to take the bottle but she just pulled away and took a long sip.
McGee just shrugged and sat down to type figuring she would just get drunk and fall asleep. Ziva was getting drunk but she became more of a drunken Abby which was even scarier.
She leaned over him and swatted his hands away and started typing fast. The only problem was after drowning too bottles of Alcohols and starting on some beer made her a little lightheaded so the paper made no sense.
Tim just took it out and shredded it paying no attention to her. After a minute though he noticed she had stopped trying to be an editor and he turned around to see her barfing on his hard floor.
"Oh yuck" he said with a disgusted look as he picked her up and hurriedly ran to the bathroom.
He placed her in front of the toilet and then went to clean his floor while trying not to get sick himself.
A few minutes later he heard Ziva scream in pain. He ran back dumping the towels on the mess. He saw her retching blood violently into the toilet. She then sat back with bloodshot eyes.
He knelt down and touched her forehead which felt burning hot. He then ran to his kitchen grabbing a popsicle stick his sister left after making boxes for some fundraiser.
He ran back into the bathroom and checked Ziva's throat noticing she was now wheezing slightly.
Her throat looked infected as he saw it was bright red and swollen. "Ziva I think you may be having an allergy attack to the alcohol" Tim said helping her to stand.
She faltered though trying to walk so he picked her up and helped her to sit at his computer. He then lifted her shirt off and gasped as he saw ugly bubbling red swells all over her body.
Ziva was now gasping for breath and grabbed Tim's hand squeezing it hard. Tim winced and looked at her face that now had big tears running from her eyes.
"Help me Tim" she wheezed and then fainted into his arms. Tim gasped as she fell on him making him fall backward.
He turned her over and immediately saw his friend had stopped breathing. "Shit" he yelled grabbing his phone. He called 911 and prayed that they would arrive in time.
"Come on Ziva don't die on me, I can't lose another good friend, besides I think I may be in love with you" he cried as he hugged her prone body to him.
