OK hi everyone i don't own NCIS and yeah hope everyone likes it

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Tim stared at the mirror in front of him, too engrossed in what he was seeing to notice he was going to be late for work. He began to trace his ribs, bone by bone then lightly traced his hips. He was losing weight. To other people maybe too much but he didn't care what they had to say or what they though of him, he had too weigh less otherwise he wouldn't ever be happy and Tony would never look a him or even love him the way he loved Tony.

He use to weigh 180lbs but after months of restricting and fasting his weight went down to 149lbs but it could be better. He smiled at his reflection, he was getting better. 'I'll just take a small nap before going into work' Tim thought as he walked over to his bed to sleep a little.

Time skip: 45 Minuets: NCIS Headquarters

"Hey Tony" Ziva said as she looked up from her desk, over to his. "Do you know where McGee is? He's never been late to work before"

"Yeah your right, but no I haven't seen McGeek yet" Tony answered looking at her then over to Tim's desk. "I've always thought that he was allergic to being late" And with that said Ziva glared at him and returned to her work.

"Ziva, DiNozzo" Bibs barked at the tow as he entered the room. "Where is McGee?"

"Umm we have no idea boss" Tony said slightly startled by Gibbs appearance.

"Well then go look for him" Gibbs yelled back at them before he began to walk to the end of the room.

"Right boss" Tony yelled at him before he grabbed the keys to the car. "Come on Ziva, let's head to McGeek's place first"

"Fine but I'm driving" Ziva said before snatching the keys out of Tony's hand.

Outside Tim's apartment door

"Here it is" Tony said as they reached the apartment door.

"Well then, do you think he's awake or do we have to stand here knocking till we wake him up?" Ziva asked looking at tony.

"Well we could do that or we could just let our-self's in" Tony said before kneeling down to lift the door mat. Underneath the door mat was a key. Unlocking the door Tony and Ziva walked into Tim's apartment, which was semi-clean except for the magazines and papers littering the living room floor. His computer was also on but the screen saver was the only thing seen on the screen.

Ziva walked into the living room and picked up one of the torn out magazine pages. After taking a closer look at the torn magazine page she realized that what she was looking at was a fashion ad for some designer and that the model on it was a fairly skinny male model, skinnier then most men she knows. The model wasn't super skinny but he was still skinny. 'I wonder why Tim has all these pictures and pages of skinny male models' Ziva thought to herself as she inspected the rest of the living room. Among the papers she found quotes, a list of books and low calorie food recipes.

"Well let's see what McGeek has been up to" Tony said as he walked over to Tim's computer. He moved the mouse just slightly so then the computer screen came up. The picture of the background was of a male model and in the very right hand corner was "model-Constantine". Ignoring the picture, Tony moved the mouse to click on the tab to open the minimized Internet page.

Ziva walked into the small kitchen that opened from the living room. Opening the fridge all Ziva could find was a water filter, a few bottles of smart water, eggs. skim milk, some vegetables and some low fat yogurt. There was nothing in either the freezer or the cabinets.

"Ziva" she heard Tony say from where he was in the living. "Get in here you have to see this"

"What is it..." Ziva said as she walked over to him but didn't finish her sentence as she looked at what was on the computer screen. On the screen was the open Internet page. There were three tabs open in the Internet browser. On the top of the currently open page it said "Pro-Ana Blog". The other tabs were Google search engine and a health food website.

Gasping the two looked at the screen in horror and awe, neither knew what to say or think.(AN: Tim yeah, yeah he.. he's a very heavy sleeper that's why he hasn't woken up yet)

"Does this mean what i think it means" Ziva said breaking the silence. "That he's..."

"Anorexic, yeah yeah pretty much" Tony said finishing her sentence for her.

"So then what do we do? Do we tell him we know and try and help him or what?" Ziva asked, her voice a little in-easy with shock and sadness.

"No, we can't let him know that we know" Tony replied getting out of the computer chair to look her in the face.

"We'll just watch him to make sure he's OK and if worse comes to worse, we'll have to tell Ducky and Gibbs so he can get Tim help. Now come on we have a probie to wake up and drag him to the crime scene. Gibbs is waiting for us".Tony grabbed her hand and dragged her to Tim's bedroom Peering in they say saw him lying on the bed, his lower half of his body was covered by a thin white silk sheet.

"Tony" he heard Ziva say sadly as they walked over to stand next to Tim's bed. "I can see most of his ribs, his spine and his hip bones"

Upon further inspection of Tim, Tony realized that Ziva was right, he could practically see most of his bones. 'How could he do this to himself?' Tony asked himself. 'He's wasting away, Does he really hate himself this much?'

"Well, how are we going to wake him up?" Ziva asked looking from Tony to Tim's sleeping form.

Without answering her Tony began poking at Tim's cheek. Tim moaned lightly causing Tony to blush but Tim didn't wake up. Frowning Tony looked at Tim's sleeping form with frustration.

"Well then I guess I'll have to do this the hard way" tony said suddenly. Ziva looked at him with a confused look on her face.

"What are you thinking?" Ziva asked Tony before he gently slipped his hands underneath him, picking Tim up bridal style. Ziva watched in awe as tony carried him out of the room, following him she watched Tony as he carefully dropped on his soft couch in the living room.

Tim's eyelids began to flutter, then slowly he opened his eyes, trying to comprehend what just happened and what woke him up. Blinking the room slowly came into focus and soon he realized he was lying on his couch in the living with Ziva and Tony looking at him. He sat up trying to cover himself up but it was done in vain seeing how he had nothing to cover his frail shivering body with. The only form of clothing on the man's waif form was a pair of plaid boxers. Looking at the two Tim noticed sadness in both of their eyes but did not pay attention to it. 'I wonder why the living room so cold and why Tony and Ziva are...' cutting himself off he began to realize that he probably slept in and was now late for work.

"Oh my god you guys" Tim said frantically, standing up looking for a clock to confirm his previous thoughts. When he did find a clock it did tell he that he was over 45 minutes late for work. "I'm so sorry I slept in. I haven't been sleeping well lately and..."

"It's fine McGee just go get dressed, then we can go get coffee. I suggest you get one for Gibbs as well so he won't be too mad at you, then we can go to the crime scene" Tony said before Tim ran to his small bedroom to get dressed. After Tim got dressed the left the apartment to go get coffee. Tony and Ziva had sad smiles on his face while Tim talked to them like nothing was wrong, like that there was nothing wrong with him. Tim acted as though he wasn't slowly dieing inside and Tony and Ziva knew that one day he wouldn't be able to do all the things he loved to do because he would be too weak but that was another days sad thought.

AN: OK so as soon as i finish writing chapter2 I'm posting it up i promise k

Also if you don't like it don't read it.