So writing another story sue me lol. I like doing Timmy stories lol. This will be only a few chapters though. It's to Witness, Tim has amnesia when he got hit on the head.
He heard everything. He didn't want to, but he did.
He awoke slowly and he could hear yelling. One voice was gruff and impatient while the other tried to be patient and kind.
"Isn't there anything you can do? Aren't you paid to help people?" The gruff one was yelling.
"Yes agent Gibbs, but I told you an hour ago I can't just awaken your agent" the kind voice answered.
The gruff one quieted and he thought it was over. Apparently the gruff one knew him though because he found himself being stared at a minute later.
"Good, you woke up...how are you doing McGee?" he asked. 'Ah, I get the mean, gruff one...great...lucky me' he thought. He knew he should probably answer though.
"Are you...talking to...me?" he stammered. The gruff voice gasped. "Yeah...who else is here McGee?"
He looked around and saw the man was correct. They were alone. "I guess that makes me McGee...pretty weird name" he mused.
"It's your last name...your Tim McGee...don't you remember?" Gibbs asked.
Tim shook his head. "Sorry...no" he answered.
Gibbs turned to the doctor who shrugged. "I can't awaken patients or fix amnesia agent Gibbs" he said and walked away.
"Do you remember anything Tim? Do you know who I am?" Gibbs asked. He got 2 head shakes in response. "Sorry sir...I don't remember anything at all" Tim answered.
Gibbs groaned but patted Tim's shoulder to relax him. "Relax kid...I'll help you remember" he promised.
Tim nodded, deciding to trust the scary man. "Okay...but who are you?"
"Your boss...Leroy Jethro Gibbs" he said. Tim nodded again. "Okay...boss" he said and made Gibbs smirk. "You'll be fine Tim...I have to go but I'll be back later" he said and was gone.
Tim found he actually missed him. 'I hope you can...Gibbs...I wish I could help...but I don't know how' he thought. He shed a small tear. 'I have a feeling this man will not be that easy on me' he thought with fear.
He stared at the ceiling wishing he could get up and leave. He probably could but...where would he go?