|===========Got Your Six===========|
McGee's fingered danced eagerly across the laptop's keyboard. Since he had gotten rid of the typewriter the efficiency of the new author had skyrocketed. Deep Six's release date was soon and McGee had yet to crack chapter seven. The popularity of Thom E. Gemcity had gone up with the preview of the first chapter. It was happening fast and Timothy McGee had no idea how he would manage work and writing.
Lisa watched the fear take over Tommy's whole person as the murderer pointed the gun at his forehead. She would never leave him, she didn't want to be forced to, either. Lisa groped the ground for her weapon. Her hands were sticky from the blood oozing out of her nose. She slowly took her gun out of the holster around her waist. Lisa prayed that the man in front of her would not turn around and see her. The man spat at Tony's feet. "You, are a disgrace to law enforcement. You let your partner get assaulted. And you will watch her die, as you die." The two shots rang as one, Lisa's bullet hit the head of the criminal, and the murderer's, Johnathan's, hit Tommy in the stomach, directly above his heart. As soon as Lisa fired, she was at his side. She pressed on the wound, Lisa knew enough human anatomy to know that the bullet had nearly missed his lung. It had not hit any vital organs.
"Ughh," McGee ran his hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes. The hour of midnight crept up on him. "Thats it for tonight." he thought, eager to sleep. McGee stumbled over to his dresser and took out a T-Shirt. Changing slowly Tim thought about the reactions of his co-workers after this was published. His boss would not care, he wouldn't even read it. Abby would be in love with the idea of a character being based on her, just maybe not her characters intentions for her and McGreuder. Tony and Ziva were another problem all together. Tony and Ziva, Tony and Ziva, Tony and Ziva, Tony and Ziva. McGee thought as he climbed into his queen size bed. How can I keep this from them? The little voice that echoed through the Agent's head was loud, and clear:
You Can't.