Destiny Calls
"Spill Tim, on a scale of one to ten...just how hot is she?"
Tim leaned back in his chair with a sigh; he was already regretting telling Tony about the new tenant in his apartment block; he had only seen her once, very briefly, but she was..."Fifteen."
Tony almost choked on his coffee. "What? No one scores that high, not even Angelina Jolie or Jessica Alba on a very good day."
"You ever have work to do DiNozzo?"
"Always Boss!" Tony grabbed the file from his desk and started reading; he turned to Tim and whispered. "I want a full description Tim, later."
"Tony, why must you always know such things, some of us, we prefer a little mystery regarding the people in our lives, do we not McGee?"
"Mystery…not sure there's much mystery about my life Ziva, at least not around here."
He nodded in Tony's direction and Ziva smiled complicity; they both understood the importance of keeping certain things in their private lives very private indeed.
Tim tried to get back to work, trust Tony to want information. Tim wasn't sure it would be a good idea to describe this woman to Tony, he was pretty sure he'd be bombarded by a series of impromptu visits to his apartment, or a blatant request from Tony that Tim introduce him to his new neighbour.
He was typing almost without thinking; he couldn't get her off his mind. Tim had seen her for just a few seconds last night as she had walked from the elevator pulling a small suitcase behind her. She hadn't even noticed him, so intent was she on getting into her apartment…he'd most certainly noticed her…
If Tony wanted a description, he could supply one without any difficulty. She was 5'10', 130 pounds, hair…to call her a brunette would be an injustice; her dark hair glowed with a lustre that seemed to be fed by a fire from within. Her eyes, at first he'd thought they were blue, but looking back now, he changed his mind, they were violet, rich deep violet…he had almost introduced himself, offered to help her, but the appearance of a tall, military-looking man in his mid forties stopped him in his tracks. Tim had shrugged, what would be the point anyhow, a woman like that, she was way out of his league.
Tim set to work with renewed vigour in an effort to dismiss her image from his mind before he went completely poetic and started describing her lips as cupid's bow… No point wasting time thinking about what he couldn't have, his time would be much better spent working on his current search program.
Tim climbed the last flight of stairs wearily; it had to be tonight that the elevator wasn't working. They'd caught a case right before lunch that had kept them busy through to nine this evening, thankfully they'd managed to tie it all up within the day and Gibbs had given them permission to complete their reports in the morning. That had been music to all their ears and they'd hurried out of the building before their boss could change his mind. All Tim wanted now was a hot shower and bed; he put his key on the door with a sigh of relief.
"No! I will decide, not you!"
The voice, loud and angry came from the apartment across the hallway. It was a woman's voice; must be the new tenant. Tim hesitated, should he knock on her door? He heard a crash as something hit the floor, mind made up he was at the door in two strides; he knocked sharply. His hand went to his gun as he waited, then the door opened, just a little but he could see her beautiful violet eyes.
"Sorry to disturb you, only I heard shouting, are you alright?"
"Perfectly; I do apologise, I did not realise the radio was so loud, it will not happen again."
Tim wasn't convinced that the sounds he had heard came from a radio, but she didn't look hurt, and what she got up to in her own apartment wasn't really any of his business. "It's not a problem, so long as you're okay."
"Thank you for your concern, I am very well."
"In that case I'll say goodnight." He held out his hand. "I'm Timothy McGee; I live across the hall, if you need anything…"
She took his hand and smiled. "Oh my, where are my manners? My name is Elowen."
Emboldened by her smile Tim spoke before he'd even had a real chance to think. "Maybe…if you're not too busy…we could have coffee one day."
She put her head to one side as she considered the question, and Tim thought he had never seen anything more lovely.
"Coffee…I think I would like that…I am not sure when I will be available…"
"No problem, I have a card, my numbers are all on here, just give me a call, anytime…"
"Thank you, I will call. Goodnight to you."
"Goodnight."
Reluctantly he let go of her hand and headed back to his apartment; Elowen gave another little smile as she closed the door, he had kind eyes this Timothy McGee, no hint of the darkness there. Her smile faded as she caught sight of the two men standing in her living room.
"I told you we have to be discrete; you cannot bring such weapons here, we must learn the ways of this world."
"My Lady, you must allow us to fulfil our duties, your father charged us with your protection, you know the dangers he is facing, please allow us to do our job and protect that which is most precious to him."
Her anger was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Trefusis and Zennor had been her sentinels since she was an infant, and although it sometimes felt as if they were smothering her, they were right, the last thing her father needed was to hear that she had come to harm. "You are correct my faithful Zennor, I will take every care, however, we must try not to see danger in every corner, there are good people here, I feel it…"
Tim lay on his bed, sleep was a long time coming, he'd listened out for any further outburst from across the hall, but everything seemed quiet…fifteen? He smiled in the darkness, she was much, much better than that, her beauty was only half the story, her smile…she'd only had to smile at him once and he knew he would do anything for her, absolutely anything…
