Yay! New story! This is a sad one... I'm not a sad person, but I thought it would be cool to explore this. Just to let everyone know, this one is already finished, and it's only three chapters. This is something I really wanted to try writing, so here it goes... I'll post one chapter every day. So, without further authors note (mostly because there's nothing more to say), here's the first chapter! Enjoy, Owl.
Monday
Tim sat at his desk, waiting for the clock to pick up the pace. But it didn't. Not only was it Monday, but there was no case. No case meant cold cases. And at 4:30, Tim was shivering. He saw Tony, who was crumpling up random papers and throwing them into his trash can.
"Seriously, Tony. Can you throw those into someone else's can, please?" Tim begged. The methodic sound of paper hitting metal was driving him crazy. Gibbs was out getting what was probably his fifth cup of coffee, and Ziva was yelling at someone in hebrew over the phone. When she hung up, Tony jumped at the chance that something interesting was going down.
"Who was that?" Tony asked, digging for something to talk about.
"My father. He said he was taking a grain check and that he was sorry, but something came up. What could be more important than to visit his only child?" she said angrily.
"Rain check, not grain." Tim piped up after he heard her mistake.
"Thank you, McGee." Ziva corrected herself.
"Well, Senior is going to get here tomorrow night around six, and I'm not very excited." Tony said while they were on the subject of fathers.
"Why not?" Tim asked, curious.
"He's bringing his new wife, Shelley. This will be my..." Tony said, counting on his fingers.
"Twelfth step mom. I think he's had more wives than anniversaries." He concluded.
"Wow." Ziva said.
"But who's counting?" Tony said sarcastically. The ringing of Tim's phone startled them all.
"Special Agent McGee." he said, greeting whoever was calling.
"This is Tim McGee, correct?" an official sounding man asked.
"Yes. Who is this?" Now Tim was curious.
"Hello, Tim. This is Petty Officer Maxwell Jordan. I'm-" McGee cut the man off. Max Jordan was a family friend in the Navy.
"My dad's assistant. Is something wrong, Max?" Tim asked. He was more than scared now. What was going on? Max would only call sounding so official if there was something big going down.
"The Admiral, I mean, your father is- is dead. I'm so sorry, Tim."
Max sounded terrified. He was only twenty two, and he had known both Mr. McGee and Tim for his whole life. The phone fell out of Tim's hands and he started shaking. Tony and Ziva snapped their heads over to see what was going on. Tim picked up the phone.
"T- th- thank y- you, Max." Tim said and jostled the phone back into its cradle.
"Tim?" Tony asked, concerned for his partner. Tim put his head in his hands and started to cry. Tony rushed over, Ziva right behind him.
"Tim! What's wrong?" Tony asked again.
"Are you alright?" Ziva asked him. Right on time, Gibbs walked out of the elevator and ran over to McGee's desk when he saw the two agents crowded around it.
"He won't tell us what's wrong, Boss." Tony said when he realized Gibbs was standing next to him. Tim looked up when he heard that Gibbs was there.
"Boss, he- he's gone! My- my dad is g- gone! He's dead!" Tim said, sobs wracking his body. He sniffled and wiped his eyes.
"Oh Tim. Oh, Tim I'm- I'm so sorry, buddy." Tony said, hugging his friend. Ziva also gave him a hug and whispered in his ear.
"I am sorry as well. I know he was very close to you."
"Thanks, guys." Tim said. Gibbs led him up to Vance's office, where he was on the phone with Jarvis, no doubt talking about the same thing they were there to see him about.
Vance must have told Cynthia to let them in because for once she didn't protest when Gibbs reached for the door handle. Tim walked in on his own, wiping the tears from his face.
"I- I assume you know, D- Director Vance?" he stuttered. 'Poor kid.' Gibbs felt really bad for Tim, but he also knew exactly what he was feeling like. McGee and his dad weren't on the best terms, but Tim had requested some time off and they were going to take a vacation soon, just the two of them. Vance stood up as he put his desk phone back.
"I'm very sorry for your loss, Agent McGee. Your father was a good man." Vance consoled his agent. But he just started to cry again.
"I- I need time off, Director. I- I'm sorry, I really want to keep working, b- but I don't th- think I can." Tim more stated than asked.
"How about the rest of the week?" Vance said, writing something on a post-it note.
"Thank you, Director." Tim said. All of the sudden, Tim's cell phone rang and he immediately stepped out of the room. Gibbs heard 'Sarah.' before the door shut and he turned to face Vance.
Gibbs spoke as soon as the door shut.
"What happened?" was all he said.
"The Admiral, Sam McGee, was stationed on the USS Ronald Reagan. A fire broke out in the kitchen, and the only people there were the cook, Sam, and a Petty Officer Max Jordan, assistant to Sam as well as a family friend. The cook's name is Nick Carlton. He was trapped by the fire, but Sam found a way to get to him. He told Jordan to go get help, but the boy was still in shock.
"Sam got to Carlton and got him out of the way. He and Jordan ran screaming for help. Sam was about to get out when the room exploded. We don't know what caused the fire, or how the kitchen exploded. But there's no way it wasn't Sam McGee. Dental records match." Vance told Gibbs. He shook his head and sighed.
"Man died a hero. Saved another man's life." he observed.
"Are Jordan and Carlton ok?" he asked.
"Yeah. Just some cuts and bruises from when the explosion knocked them off their feet. Carlton hit his head, but it's a minor concussion. They'll be fine." Vance replied. There was a silence that was broken by a question from Vance.
"Is he going to be ok after a week, Gibbs?" The man was worried. After all, McGee was his agent.
"I really don't know, Leon. The boy is a complicated man. You think you know his next move, then bam! Completely changes course. McGee is strong, but he could tip either way." Vance was unamused by Gibbs' response. He knew it was going to be exactly like that. But he decided not to fight over it.
So, he just replied, "I guess we'll have to wait and see."
So, that's the first chapter! Please, please review and follow and favorite because every email I get makes my day! Especially those reviews :) But I really do want to know what every one thought of this because... well, because I do! So, until tomorrow, Owl.