Chapter two! Sorry for posting kind of late, It's been a busy day. Thanks a million to everybody who followed, reviewed, and read! It means a lot! Enjoy, Owl

Wednesday

The music was loud and Tim was glad. Hard rock wasn't his personal favorite, but it was the one thing that he didn't have to blare and no one could tell that he was crying. It had been two days since his father died. Tim hated Wednesdays in the first place, but now every day was just... horrible. Tim had talked to Sarah on Monday, but besides that, he'd only gone out to get milk and cereal and take Jethro out on walks.

Tim wasn't sure why he cried like he did. For seven years, he didn't talk to his dad because he was too mad at him. They spent almost ten years fuming at each other, unless you count the endless fights about joining the Navy that started when Tim turned ten. They never actually ended, which was why Tim started to cry for the second time that day.

Around quarter till nine that night, Tim heard a knock on his door. 'Tony' was his only thought. Tim wasn't quite sure if he thought it menacingly or happily or what. But he knew it would be Tony standing at the door, cocky grin on his face with a cup of coffee possibly in his hand. Another knock startled Tim and he opened the door to see his suspicions confirmed.

"Tony." he said as he let the man into his apartment. Tim half expected a snide remark about how messy or geeky his place was, but it never came.

"Hey, Tim." Tony said with a sympathetic smile on his face.

"Can I sit down?" he asked, pointing at the couch. Tim nodded and walked over to where his parter and maybe even his best friend sat.

"I uh know you know why I'm here. And you also probably know what I'm gonna say, so I'll just cut to the chase." Tony said, reading McGee's mind.

"I'm really really sorry. I know how it feels to lose a parent, Tim. When I lost my mom I did the same thing, but on like the eight year old scale. I was miserable. And I was really stupid." Tony said with a chuckle.

"What did you do?" Tim asked.

"Well, Tony DiNozzo wasn't always a GSM obsessed, movie buff, playboy, you see. Before-" Tony took a deep breath before he continued. Tim could tell that whatever this was, it was hard for him to admit. Nevertheless, Tony continued his story.

"Before my mom died, I was... a lot like you actually. But afterwards, my father made my life a living hell. So I didn't eat, didn't sleep, and I basically stopped doing school work. Three weeks after, I got up to get a tissue and collapsed in the middle of my third grade classroom. I was in the hospital for like four days. After that, I manned up and became what I am today." Tony said, revealing something that shocked Tim. Now they were both sad.

"You mean the funny guy who stares danger in the face, laughs, and shoots it in the leg? Or the guy who is really protective of the younger agent on the team? Because that's what you are to me, Tony. My partner. I'm glad you've got my back everyday, but in sight of recent events, I'm not really sure what happens next." McGee confessed. Tony smiled and got up.

"Well I do." He smiled and pulled a movie out of his jacket. He handed it to Tim, who stuck it into the DVD player.

"Prepare to watch the hilarious 1974 Mel Brooks classic western, Blazing Saddles, staring Gene Wilder and Cleavon Little. God this is a great movie." Tony proclaimed. His smile faltered when Tim got an unamused look on his face.

"Look, the point is, it's a hilarious movie. And I'm going to give it to you. Because- well, because you're one of the best friends I have. And best friends give each other movies. Well, that's what me and my friends do, at least." Tony decided to sit down and hit play. He hoped Tim would at least give the movie a chance because it was one of the funniest movies Tony had ever seen.

Twenty minuets in, Tim and Tony had a beer in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other. They were already laughing like crazy and Tim had to admit, he rally wanted to keep the movie because it was insanely funny and Tim needed a good laugh.

"It feels good to laugh again." Tim said. Tony smiled.

"I like to hear that."

"Hey, Tim. I wanna ask you something." Tony said between laughs.

"What?" Tim said, looking at the man sitting next to him on the couch.

"Did you really mean what you said earlier? About the whole younger broth-" Tony started.

"Younger agent. I said I was the younger agent, Tony. But, if I am like a brother to you, then... I guess I will admit that I have thought the same of you before. I know first hand that siblings always protect each other, and I guess thats what we do, right?" Tim said.

"Yeah, that's what we do. But it's the same way with Ziva and Gibbs. And I really like you, McAgent. So when the movie's over, I'll leave if you want me too. I know how ya feel, pal." Tony said.

"Oh this is the best part! The beans scene is one of the best!" Tony said, pointing at the screen in anticipation. Sure enough, the beans scene didn't disappoint and a few minuets later, McGee was almost on the floor, and Tony, who had seen it over fifty times, was howling with laughter. Tony tried to scoot over and ended up spilling his beer all over himself and the pair laughed even more.

As Tony went to clean himself off, Tim started to remember things that he'd been trying not to think about. The most prominent was when he was eight. He was in school and was just coming in from recess. All of the sudden, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Tim remembered he had thought it was his friend, Ryan, asking how his recess was. But he turned around to see none other than his father, still in his Navy uniform and a camera crew from the local news. Everybody in his class started clapping and cheering and Tim got to go home from school early. That was one of the happiest memories Tim had with his father. He smiled and looked up back at the movie to see Tony standing there, staring at him.

"You ok, McGee?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, just a memory." Tim responded as Tony sat back down on the couch.

"Hey, like I said earlier, I'll leave anytime you want, man." Tony said, looking his partner in the eye.

"It's been nice having company, but I'm antisocial anyways. I kinda want to be alone for a while. Actually, I really want to sleep." Tim said.

"That's good. You should sleep because sleeping is good for Probies. And it's also good for Anthony's. I'll see you on Monday, McMovie. Enjoy it, Tim." Tony said to his friend as he gathered his keys and wallet off the counter and shoved them into his pockets. Tim watched his friend leave and sighed.

"Yeah. Monday."

Ok. Now I really do want to know what you guys thought of that because I was a little unsure if people would think the emotions were a little out of character or not, so let me know your thoughts on that. Last chapter tomorrow! Thanks for reading everybody! ~Owl