Most people had a list of things they wanted to do before they died.
Timothy McGee had a list of things he never wanted to do.
This was one of them.
"Abby," he tried not to give it away with his tone of voice but he never was good at that.
She turned to face him immediately, dropping her Caf Pow to the ground. She saw it in his eyes and started to step backwards away from him. "Who is it? No…don't tell me… it's Gibbs isn't it?… please McGee…." She already started the tears. "Please tell me he's not…"
Tim reached her and placed a soft hand on her shoulder. "He was shot. Tony is with him."
She took in a breath. "He's not d…"
McGee didn't let her finish. "He just went into surgery."
"Where…where was he shot?"
Tim shook his head, not wanting to tell her.
"Where McGee?!" She demanded, shrugging his comforting hand away for moment.
"Chest and left knee."
A sob started to erupt but she stifled it and raced to grab her things. "I need to see him…."
He nodded, taking a step towards her for an embrace.
"I have to see him." She repeated.
"I know." He held her close. "I know."
She managed to fall asleep on his shoulder mid-flight but McGee was determined to stay awake in case she needed him when she woke up. Because if Gibbs had taught him anything…
It was, you do what you have to do…
For family.