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The following morning, Tim shivered and stopped his happy whistling as he stepped outside the door of his apartment. As the fierce wind whipped through the breezeway of the building, Tim pulled the collar up on his coat and started the journey down to his car. "Guess Gibbs was right about the snow," he muttered while trudging along the not yet shoveled walkway. By the time he cleaned off the car, his pants and shoes were completely soaked. He cranked up the heat as he pulled out of the parking lot, hoping they would be dry before he made it to work. Tim enjoyed the snow, it usually meant less traffic and fewer pedestrians. Now that he had a new car, it made driving in it much easier. Never one to be late, Tim had allowed himself plenty of time to get to work, taking road conditions and careless drivers into consideration. Once he got close to work with plenty of time to spare, he decided to stop and get coffee and Danish for the team. Everyone was so understanding when he unwillingly returned to babyhood that he felt a treat was in order; it was the least he could do for them.

The snow had started falling again by the time he pulled into the parking lot of his favorite coffee spot. Tim was surprised to see the cafe was busy, especially considering the winter wonderland outside. While he waited in line, his mouth began to water at the variety of pastries to choose from. Once he placed his order, he sat down at a table and waited for his drinks. Even though he was only a couple of miles from work, he cringed when he looked out the window of the small shop to see the snow was falling harder than it was before he stopped. Streets previously plowed were already covered again. His mind drifted back to the previous evening and his unexpected guest. Was there something going on or was it just them trying to find their way back to "Boss and Junior Agent" after the enforced intimacy of his second babyhood? Realizing he would have to put it all on the back burner during work hours, he gave a start as his name was finally called. He stepped up to the counter to collect his order, then balancing the coffee tray in one hand and the bag of pastries in the other he made his way back to his vehicle.

As he reached the car, he fumbled with his keys, promptly dropping them into the powdery white substance. Great...what else could go wrong today, Tim thought as he reached down to collect them. After getting himself situated in the car, Tim pulled out of the parking lot and continued on to work. The roads were getting worse, several fender benders were off to the side of the road and a few traffic lights were out. As the light he was sitting at turned green he started to accelerate, not noticing the car spinning out of control through the intersection. Before he knew it, his front bumper on the driver's side was smashed into, causing him to spin out in the middle of the intersection. Once the car stopped spinning and he checked himself for injuries he got out to check on the other driver. Luckily, everyone was okay except for some soreness due to the impact. Tim looked at his car in disbelief; he hadn't had it for that long and now it had been in its first accident.

"Jeez...Tony's going to have a field day with this one. At least I haven't totaled three cars like he has," Tim grumbled under his breath while examining the damage. He knew the car was not drivable and if this had been a few months ago he would have called Tony or Ziva to pick him up, but not now. As the police and tow truck drivers began to arrive at the scene, McGee picked up his phone and dialed.

Finally a gruff voice answered, "Gibbs."

"Gib!"

"Tim, what's wrong, where are you?"

Tim ignored the relief he feels at hearing Gibbs, "I've been in a car accident, I was wondering if you could come pick me up? My car's not totaled, but I won't be able to drive it."

Gibbs' heart rate sped up as he thought about the possibility of Tim, his Tim, being hurt. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the elevator. "Are you hurt? Of course I can pick you up, where are you?"

"I'm fine, Boss but my new car certainly isn't. The accident happened at the intersection of Euclid and Dunbar Street. Please be careful, the weather is getting bad out here."

"Thank God you're okay Timmy; a car can be replaced but not you. Don't worry about me; I'll be there in a few."

"Thanks, Gibbs, I really appreciate it."

Once he hung up and the elevator reached the parking garage, Gibbs sprinted to his car. Even though Tim reassured him that he was not hurt, he needed to see with his own eyes. The roads were much worse than they had been a half hour ago when he arrived at NCIS. Carefully he made his way a few blocks off the navy yard and pulled up to the accident scene. His eyes immediately scanned the crowd, looking for Tim. He breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted him talking to a Metro police officer. From a distance, the younger man looked unscathed, but he wanted to observe him up close. He parked the car and walked up close to Tim, who was now exchanging information with the other driver.

Walking quietly up beside Tim, he observed him at close range as his junior agent continued speaking with the other driver. He seemed ok; his skin tone was the same, eyes and ears, no visible blood or tangible proof of any shock. His bottom lip looked a little fuller than usual, Gibbs wondered if it was swollen, if he had bitten it during the accident, then quickly shook that thought out of his head. Well, out of his conscious mind anyway. As the other driver turned back to his car, Tim looked up at his boss and gave him a relieved smile, Gibbs reluctantly refraining from hugging the stuffing out of him. McGee seemed ok, he could probably stop worrying now, and besides, Ducky would be checking him out when they got back to the office, no doubt about that!

When the tow truck arrived, Tim gave the tow operator the name of the garage he had already pulled from his insurance company's phone app. The beverages were long gone, splattered over the interior of the car, but the pastries were still intact. After Tim retrieved them, still in their bag, his car was loaded onto the flatbed and the driver headed off to the garage. Gibbs looked at Tim, cocked an eyebrow and received a nod in return. Once they buckled up, Gibbs carefully followed the tow truck, knowing the garage was only a few blocks away. Seeing the tow operator backing into the garage satisfied both men and they headed back to the office.

Walking through the parking garage at the office, Gibbs gave Tim's neck a gentle squeeze. "Need to have Ducky take a look at you, Timmy, make sure you're really all right."

Tim rolled his eyes but did not disagree. In the first place disagreeing would be a futile gesture. Gibbs wanted him checked out; he would be checked out. Period, end of discussion! In the second place, if a discussion were still in play, Tim was starting to ache a little bit and thought an examination was probably not the worst idea anyone had ever had.

Exiting the elevator, Gibbs, his hand still on the back of Tim's neck, steered them through the bullpen, leaving their coats and the pastries, continuing on to Ducky's lair. Ziva saw them come through, dump their coats and a wonderfully smelling bag and head for the back elevator, Gibbs only taking his hand off Tim long enough for each to remove his coat. Curious, she followed them to the back elevator and caught them just as they boarded the car. Tim smiled at her and Gibbs said, his head nodding toward Tim, "Car accident, going to Ducky." Before she could process that, the doors slid shut.

When they reached Autopsy, Gibbs steered his boy straight on in through the double doors. The lights were on, but no Ducky. Tim pointed to the coat rack, Palmer's parka was there along with a knit cap, but Ducky's coat was not there. Gibbs shrugged, "Palmer then. Not waiting, you could have internal damages."

"Gib...bs, I'm ok, my nose, ears or mouth would probably be bleeding."

Palmer came into the main room in his scrubs, startled to see them. "Agent Gibbs, Tim! Dr. Mallard called, since we don't have any new visitors this morning, he's not coming in until the roads have been plowed again. Can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, Tim's new car got rammed at an intersection; want to make sure he's ok."

"Of course, let me get my bag. Tim, here let me put my jacket on the table, its pretty cold."

"Thanks Jimmy, appreciate that."

Gibbs reached out and grabbed the parka; Jimmy disappeared into the back room, returning with his new pride and joy, his official medical bag. The bag itself had been a gift from the whole team, and Ducky had personally given him the stethoscope and reflex hammer, knowing Jimmy would have them for a lifetime.

Now Jimmy used his new blood pressure cuff and meter to check on Tim. BP was a little elevated, but considering he'd just been in an accident, nothing to cause concern. He would check it again during the day, just to be sure. Pupils equal and reactive. Tim said he had not hit his head. Nothing broken, that was good. There was a colorful bruise rising on his chest where the seat belt had held him and the airbag had deployed but his ribs were fine and his pulse and heartbeat were steady and strong. Yep, Tim was fine.

Carefully putting his stethoscope back in his bag, Jimmy told them that Tim was fine, likely to be a little sore and he'd have the bruise on his chest for a few days, but everything looked fine. He told Tim to come back down at lunchtime to have his blood pressure checked one last time but other than that, he was good to go. Gibbs smirked and Tim smiled, thanking Jimmy as he stood, putting his shirt back on. Gibbs grabbed Jimmy's parka and re-hung it, and then, with a nod to Doc Palmer, the pair walked out, side by side. Jimmy realized he hadn't found out anything about the accident and nearly went after them, returning to his senses before he punched the up button for the elevator. Tim or one of the others would fill him in later.