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"Dad seriously you dropped another phone in paint thinner you've really got to stop doing that. I've been trying to get ahold of you for hours." Tim stared at his father's ruined cell phone and the ripped out landline. Shaking his head he perched on the edge of the table.
"What do you want Timothy."
"Oh I don't know maybe to talk to my father. Though I should have known you wouldn't answer or I guess I should say I should have known you'd ruin all forms of communication? You know you could just change your phone number."
Gibbs just snorted. "That all you wanted?" He turned his attention back to the boat.
""Yeah fine that's all I wanted." Tim through his hands in the air not saying what he really wanted to say. Not saying that he'd been worried about his father. That he worried that one day the depression he seemed to sink into around the time of each anniversary around the time of his mom and Kelly's death's worried him. They never talked about it not really. Tim tried to think of which wife had his father ruining phones this time. and then it came to him. Stephanie. Ex-wife number 3. The one who liked to call. He racked his brain. He couldn't even bring up a picture of long lost step mom. Of course he'd never met her never wanted to but he was sure she had red hair. Just then footsteps where heard on the stairs.
He quickly ducked behind a wall petition.
"Do you ever lock your door boss?"
"No."
And Tim was sure it was DiNozzo He shook his head thinking of his father's strange open door policy. He knew it started after he'd left for college said was easier than worrying that He would lose a key. Tim figured it had more to do with the fact that his father didn't see himself as having anything to lose himself Tim knew only he had been keeping his father together in the years since the deaths.
Even when they didn't talk. He was so lost in thought that he jumped when the lights were switched off. He shook his head waited to hear the door close and creeped out of his hiding place. He made his way upstairs and headed towards his old room. He pushed the door open and stared at the bed and the walls a stark white. Nothing would say a boy used to stay here now it was generic guest room turned that way soon after ex-wife number 1 moved out and before ex-wife number two moved in. He didn't mind he hadn't stayed here much in the ensuing years but sometimes he would think of the years when the walls had been painted blue and the walls covered with trophies. He stepped next door and leaned against the locked door that lead to Kelly's room. He never knew how his dad explained this room. Never asked. But the door had been locked the moment his dad came home from his Coma and stayed that way ever since.
"Oh Kelly." Tim leaned his head against the door. "I miss you Kel." He knew his father must have a key. There had to be a key somewhere but he wasn't strong enough to ask for it. To rip the wound open again for either of them. Though a part of him wanted to open the door again. open to the world of an eight year old girl with Fairy Dust in her hair. He turned and walked back down the stairs into the night air and got into his car. Tomorrow would be a long day and he needed to get home and get some sleep. As he made his way home and fell into his bed he thought again of a flashing smiling little girl.
It was a week later a week in which he hadn't spoken to his father as both were busy and also his father hadn't even gotten a new phone since he'd ruined the last one. Finally it was getting to be too much. He swung by and picked something up before heading to his fathers.
"You down there." He called as he came down the stairs.
"Yeah." Gibbs looked up at his son. "How have you been?"
"Fine catch." He flung a phone at him. "New phone new number." He said as his father caught it. "Now you won't have to worry about Stephanie or Sally or whatever her name is calling you again. he deliberately pretended not to remember the woman's name.
"I didn't want a new phone.
"Well to bad because you got one." Tim shrugged staring his father down. His stare wasn't as strong as his father's but he had it he could do the Gibbs stare if he really wanted.
"Fine." Gibbs stuffed the phone in his pocket. "Want to stay for dinner we can order a pizza.
"Sounds fine to me." Tim said as they head upstairs and nothing else was said about the phone about the ex-wives or anything else for that matter as they ordered their pizza and ate it. Father and son. Trying to understand in a world of pain.
A/N thanks to those who reviewed. I promise it will get more put together after Tim really comes into the Team and as I learn to write them better. Also I have a poll up. Should Tim be with Ziva or should Tim be with Tony? I really don't want to do Tim/Abby anyway vote in the poll.