AN:/ Well, this is my first ever NCIS Fanfic. Actually, It's my first Fic that's not Danny Phantom... But I really love NCIS, and angst.. thus, this was born. :D I hope I got their interactions right.
Enjoy.
Brothers in arms.
Chapter 1: well, isn't this a bit off putting?
Tim slammed the car door shut, effectively silencing whatever Tony was about to prattle on about. Gibbs had them out questioning witnesses. Nothing special. They were investigating a homicide, a Navy lieutenant had been found murdered in his home two days ago. So far they hadn't found much evidence to go on, but Tim was sure they would crack it, just like they always did.
"Ah, common McGee. Didn't your mother ever teach you not slam doors in peoples faces? It's off putting." Tony prodded, trying to get a rise out of McGee. He prided himself on his skill of annoying the man.
With out thinking Tim muttered, "You should be off pudding." Aw, crap. Why did I just say that? Now he won't shut up for days about it. Maybe he won't get it...
Tony narrowed his eyes at Tim, "Did you just call me fat? Was that a fat joke?" Tim rolled his eyes, just his luck.
They started walking up the side walk toward the witnesses house, Tony talking the whole way.
"Off pudding? Really, Tim?" Dinozzo complained. "I don't even like pudding."
Well since I've already dug the hole, might as well keep digging, Tim decided.
Grinning, Tim said, "well, Dinozzo, You have put on a few pounds since last year."
Tony stopped, " You did not just say that." Tim laughed, this was pretty fun, now he could see why Tony did it so much.
"Come on, Tony, we better get moving and get these witness statements before Gibbs starts to wonder whats taking so long." Tony nodded in agreement, but pointed and accusing finger at Tim. "Alright, but don't think this is over." He said in a mock threatening manner.
Tim rolled his eyes and mounted the steps of the porch, walking over to the front door. It wasn't a very nice house, in fact it was kind of...run down. It wasn't the best of neighborhoods. Gibbs had told them to go to every house in the vicinity of Lt. Daniels' house to see if anyone had seen anything. If Tim was being honest with himself, this neighborhood was a bit scarey. But of course he would never admit that, being a big, bad, federal agent and all.
He rapped on the door, and studied the peeling paint while he waited. There was a crash inside and the sound of scuffling, someone hurrying around. Tim and Tony shared a look, Tim layed a hand on his sig and tensed. The door swung open, and a panting young man stood in it's place. He smiled broadly at the two agents standing in front of him.
It was possibly the fakest smile Tim had ever seen.
He immediately distrusted the man, his body language and facial expression suggested he was hiding something. Tony noticed it too. They exchanged another look and Tony took the lead. He was better at this sort of thing, after all.
"We're from NCIS," he dug his ID out of his pocket and flipped it open for the young man to inspect. At the mans blank expression Tony sighed and said, "It stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service." He glanced at Tim muttered under his breath, "You never really get used to it."
The man scoffed and said, "Navy cops?"
Tim spoke up and said, "Key word being Cops, Mr..." He paused so the man could supply his name.
The man frowned and said, "...Samswell. Norman Samswell." Tony had to hold back a snicker. The mans name did not fit him at all. The man standing before them had greasy hair, well, pretty much greasy everything. He was outright disgusting. But he was well muscled, and had a shady look to him. Tony spotted some tattoos running up his arm and some on his neck. Tony wasn't one to judge someone on their tattoos, that was impossible after knowing Abby. But, he was more than certain those were prison tattoos.
Tim continued without missing a beat, "Mr. Samswell. We are cops, so you should treat us as such." Tim eyed the man, and went in for the kill, surprising Tony. "Are you afraid of cops, Mr. Samswell? Are you hiding something? Perhaps we should take a look around, just to be sure."
Norman tensed and his eyes flitted nervously between Tim and Tony.
Unsurprisingly, he bolted.
Not a very smart man.
Norman turned on his heel and sprinted back through his house. Flipping over furniture as he ran.
Tony followed after him and called over his shoulder, "Go around the back and try to get him!"
Tim took Tony's order and sprinted around the back, he caught sight of the culprit as he rounded a corner. He didn't see Tony anywhere but kept going, he couldn't let this guy get away. He chased the man at full sprint in till he was just a few feet away. The man turned sharply into an alley, McGee followed in close pursuit, loosening his gun from it's holster.
He heard a crack he identified as a gun shot.
And everything went black.
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Tony sprinted through the house, hurdling over upturned furniture. It slowed him down though. Once he made it out the back door Samswell was almost out of sight, running for all he was worth. Which probably wasn't much.
None the less, Tony ran after him. He followed in the general direction Samswell was going, towards town. He saw McGee once, much further ahead than himself.
He heard the distinct crack of gunfire and his heart climbed into his throat. Please, please let that be Tim's gun... He thought, doubling his speed. He reached the scene hoping beyond hope he wouldn't find what he thought he would. He hoped that had been Tim's gun, firing that shot. If not...
But when he finally got there...
It wasn't Norman Samswell laying on the ground, in a pool of his own blood.
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One minute he was standing. The next minute he was lying on the ground. Tim didn't quite get it. He remembered a burst a pain in his torso, then blacking out.
...I was shot, the thought came to him. His mind was fuzzy and he felt like he was hearing everything from a mile underwater. And oh, God. The pain, it hurt so much. He just wanted to go to sleep, but he was still lucid enough to know that was not a good idea.
He vaguely heard screaming, but one voice stood out from them all. Tim, TIM! The voice was screaming. He wanted it to stop... but he didn't. It was confusing. And suddenly there was a hand under his head supporting him. And he heard murmurs of comfort, he hear only snip-its, but it put him more at ease.
...Tony... Yes. That's who it was.
Thank God.
Tim couldn't do it anymore. He was just so tired. His eyelids drooped.
"Tim, Tim! Common buddy you just have to stay awake." Someone had called an ambulance and it was on it's way. But it just wasn't fast enough.
Tony was scared.
His partner, his friend...
No. His best friend, was bleeding out in his arms.
And there was nothing he could do. Tim's blood seeped into his jacket and pooled on the street around them. God, there was just so much of it. "It's alright, Tim. Everything's going to be alright. No, Tim! You have to stay awake." Tim's eyelids fluttered shut, "Tim.." Tony choked up. No, Dinozzo. Not here, not now. Man up. He told himself fiercely.
A crowd had gathered around the scene, all there to watch a man bleed to death, apparently.
Tony looked down at Tim as the he waited for the ambulance. He was a pale,dead weight in his arms. The wound looked bad, right through his chest, luckily not near his heart. Small mercies.
Tim was his partner, his best friend, his brother.
His brother in arms.
And he wouldn't let him die.
Finally, the ambulance roared up, and people parted as the paramedics rushed toward Tim. Tony didn't see any of it. Tim had completely passed out now. Tony knew that was bad, yet he couldn't comprehend it.
He was numb.
One of the paramedics gently detached him from Tim and Tony reluctantly stepped away.
He absently dug in his pocket for his cell and hit speed dial 1. Gibbs.
"Gibbs." A gruff voice answered, "What is it, Dinozzo?" When Tony didn't answer a more apprehensive, "Dinozzo? What's wrong?"
"Tim's been shot." He said numbly. He didn't know what else to say. "The paramedics are here."
Some cursing on the other line, "Which hospital?" Tony told him.
"I'll meet you there."
The line went dead.
Tony stared at his phone, uncomprehendingly. A paramedic rushed past him, saying over his shoulder, " Sir? Are you riding in the ambulance?"
Tony just nodded, and forlornly followed the paramedic. Tony shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs that must be stuck in his brain. What was wrong with him? Tim was the one who was shot, he shouldn't be acting like this. Okay, Dinozzo time to get your head in gear, Tim needs you. He thought to himself, fiercely. He stood there, antsy, as the paramedics loaded Tim into the ambulance. He started to run a hand through his hair when he realized, it was covered in blood. Tim's blood. His stomach rolled, though from revolution, or anger, he wasn't sure.
As he hulled himself in to the ambulance, and looked down at Tim laying there. He knew one thing for certain.
Someone was going to pay for this.
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How do you guys think I did on this? I really love the team and wanted to write something, but I'm not sure I did it justice. Watch out for the next chapter, and I'd love to hear your thoughts on this chapter as well. (: