HELLO! Sequel time! I really don't think you need to read We'll Carry On first, it's just when Jimmy realizes he has a crush on Tony. It's pretty much just cute and fluffy and console-y. This story is where the real building of a relationship comes into play. YAYZ. But I do recommend you read that one first. But anyhoo, you know what time it is:
Tim: Disclaimer time?
Me: Timmy, you're not supposed to be here! Your gunna be the bad guy in this story!
Tim: What? Why? I'm so cute and innocent!
Me: I know, but you had to break Tony's heart
Tim: Do I get someone else –
Me: Stop distracting me!
Tony: Yeah Probie, scadoodle.
Jimmy: Don't be so mean…
Tony: you're not the boss of me, Palmer
Gibbs: But I am. *head slaps Tony*
Tim, Jimmy: *laugh*
Me: GOOD GOD LET ME FINISH!
Tim, Tony, Jimmy, Gibbs: Sorry, Annalise
Me: See, that's what it would be like if I owned NCIS, everything in disarray. But I don't. So there. *turns to the men* was that so difficult?
Jimmy: yes…
Me: *evil glare*
Jimmy: Sorry, Ma'am…
Me: 's okay. Now, onward past this ridiculous and long disclaimer!
Shout it Loud and Clear
Chapter 1
Jimmy made his way down to the autopsy to find Ducky. He usually knew how to keep Jimmy from doing stupid things.
"Well, took you long enough to wash up, Mr. Palmer."
"Oh, yes, sorry Dr. Mallard."
"It's quite all right, Lad, as long as you take these samples up to Abby"
"Right away, Dr. Mallard" So much for talking to Ducky… Abby actually might be a better person to talk to anyway.
Jimmy made his way to Abby's lab, avoiding the bullpen where the person he was so confused about currently resided.
"Hey Abby!" He was greeted with a pair of friendly eyes and blaring music.
"So happy, Jimmy! What's up?" Abby gave him a hug. Jimmy seemed a little surprised by it.
"Oh, um, samples courtesy of Dr. Mallard" Abby looked at him for a moment with a quizzical look on her face. She took the samples but didn't take her eyes off his.
"That's not the only reason you're here, is it?"
Jimmy raised an eyebrow at her all-knowing knowledge, but answered her anyway. "Of course not."
"Well, spit it out, Jimmy, I still gotta run these."
"Right, well, I think I, uh, may be having some sort of, erm, personal dilemma."
"Well, I'm sure I can try to help."
"No doubt. So –" Jimmy was cut off when McGee entered, looking quite smug, for some reason. Jimmy couldn't help it, but he gave him an evil glare. McGee just looked at him funny.
"Hey, Timmy!"
"Hey, Abs. Gibbs wanted me to go through the vics hard drive, wanna help?"
"Of course! But… Jimmy needed to talk to me first." McGee smirked
"About what, Palmer?"
"Oh, um, it really would be better if me and Abby were alone, discussing these…matters"
"Well, then, I'm going to go refill my coffee then, I guess. Good enough for me, thanks Palmer."
"Weird" Jimmy muttered as Tim left the lab.
"Seriously, Jimmy, What's up?" Jimmy cleared his throat. Then swallowed. Then cleared his throat again. "Palmer!"
"Right, well, erm, I think I may….like someone…here at the agency"
"Awww, cute Palmer, but really not work place etiquette."
"Speak for yourself, McGee" Jimmy said quietly
"What was that?"
"Nothing…"
"Right, well, Abs, hard drive?"
"YES!" Jimmy sighed and left to the elevator, not being as careful avoiding the bullpen as he did on the way up.
UGH, I know, cliffy, kind of. Now, review, pleeeeeease. Just as Gerard way is a playback junkie when they shoot music videos, I am a review junkie when I write stories. And yes, I often do make random My Chem references. Now, review and you will receive love and skittles!