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Kate came home around two in the morning. To her own credit, she didn't bug him about why he was there. He was lucky enough that her bed was a double and not a single. He was able to fall back to sleep after she climbed in bed.
She had known he was gay, her whole family did. Her house and Oscar's were the only place he felt he could be honest.
The banging on the door woke them both up. With bleary eyes, he sat up. Kate mumbled and covered her head with her pillow. He stood on shaky legs and opened the door.
Ryan was standing outside the door with a scowl on his face. He really didn't want to deal with Ryan this morning.
"What do you want?" he asked tiredly.
"Your mom's downstairs," Ryan said, then turned and walked back to his room.
Tim didn't know what to think. His mom would never go against his father. He knew that, but a little part of him hoped she picked him for once. He hoped his mom put HIM before his dad. But once he was downstairs, he knew that had just been a dream.
She was standing stiffly beside the front door. A man he had never seen beside her. He was a tall man with a tanned complexion. Handsome, if you went for the cocky type. Just looking at the man he could tell he was a bit full of himself. From the designer suit he wore to his leather shoes. Who the hell was this guy?
His mother noticed him stopped on the stairs. "Timothy, this is Detective DiNozzo. He is with Baltimore PD." his mother said primly.
"Baltimore? That's pretty far away. What are you doing in Virginia?" It confused him why a cop from Maryland was there.
"Is there somewhere we can talk privately?" Detective DiNozzo asked.
"Umm… Sure, this way." He watched his mom sneak out the door. He walked into the dining room followed by the detective. The Todd's never used it, it would mean they were in the same place for more than two minutes.
The dining room had two doors, closing it off from the other rooms. One led to the kitchen, and the other, the hallway.
"Why don't we sit down," Detective DiNozzo said, kindly.
"I'd prefer to stay standing." Tim watched the detective's jaw clench.
"Your choice." The man laid a file down on the table. "You sent a tip to an e-mail address that is designed to find the man attacking and killing men leaving clubs."
Tim cut him off, "Do you really think they are connected?"
"The attacks have been in Maryland, Virginia and D.C. The man doesn't care if we have his DNA." The detective pulled a sheet of paper out of the file and handed it to him. "Can you confirm this was the email you sent?" Tim nodded after looking it over.
"If the crime happened across state lines and in D.C., why isn't the FBI involved?" he asked.
"They are, so are NCIS, and every police department on the east coast."
"Why is NCIS on it?" That surprised him.
"One of the victims was a Private First Class. I'd like to ask you some questions, is that alright?"
Tim thought about it, something was bugging him though. "Why are you here? If the FBI and NCIS are on the case along with the local police departments, why are you here? Couldn't they have a local cop take my statement or even an agent?"
The man stiffened up. "Well, you see, I'm a few weeks away from starting CITP." CITP stood for Criminal Investigator Training Program. It's the basic training course after an applicant's application was accepted. It all seemed to click at once. Tim felt his anger growing.
"I am not a training exercise," he said coolly.
"I didn't say you were." The man backtracked but Tim knew he was right. The man shouldn't even be here alone.
"Get out!" he screamed.
"Listen, I was told to come and talk to you. I am not some trainee, I am a detective with the Baltimore PD." He softened his voice then. "I just want to help you, please. Tell me what happened and maybe we can catch this creep."
Tim thought about it, he really did want to help. With that on his mind he went over everything. A few times Mrs. Todd came in to make sure he was okay. It was nice that they cared about him. They may not be the most involved parents but they were kind people.
At one time he was jealous of Kate's family. But the thought of almost being ignored most of the time set him straight. He even liked most of Kate's siblings. The only one he could live without was Ryan. Ryan wasn't as popular as his brothers and sisters so he took it out on people. Mostly Tim when he saw him.
The detective left after his statement, telling him that he was really helpful. He didn't know really what to believe but he had done what he had promised. The detective told him that it would be beneficial to see a therapist. Tim lied and told him he would think about it. Telling the detective was hard enough, talking about it all the time wouldn't help.
He had to work out where he was going to be living. He had gotten a summer intern position at Keller and Balen Security. He was going to work with their cyber security, mostly being their lackey. But he was excited about all he would learn. It was the career he had always wanted. He wanted to use his knowledge with computers help people. But he didn't know if it was still going to happen.
He would be seven months at the end of the internship. They were going to provide housing and food. All he had to do was work hard and learn. He was pretty sure he could cover up the pregnancy until he started at MIT.
The big question was, who was going to take the baby. Besides looking at the website, he had no idea what to do. He knew he couldn't take care of the baby. He also knew that his parents would not take the baby while he finished school.
Just as he curled up on Kate's bed, his phone rang.
"Hello?" he answered without looking.
"Timothy," his father's harsh voice said.
He winced at the tone. "Yes?"
"I've made arrangements for the baby. Your mother has found a good home for it. You'll take the semester off and have the thing. You'll start school for the winter semester. No one has to know about your abomination."
Timothy gritted his teeth at his father's words but held his tongue. The one thing you did not do was talk back to John McGee.
"Where is the baby going to go?" he asked.
His father had a lot of pull. He knew if he didn't say the right thing his scholarship and internship were history. His father didn't like to be disobeyed.
"Your mother knows a lady from D.C. She and her husband are good people. They aren't bothered by taking a baby from a freak. The man is even an agent for NCIS."
That made Tim pause. "Who?"
"You don't need to know anyone's name. It will be a closed adoption. You'll be able to put this ugly mess behind you." His father's voice was a little strained.
"You know?" he asked, confused. He hadn't gotten the chance to tell his dad the whole truth.
"Of course I know. I found out when that man came to the house. It only took a couple a questions to find out why a detective from Baltimore was looking for you. You put yourself in that position, you have no one to blame but yourself."
His ears rang after his father disconnected. His father had said the thing that had been keeping him up at night. He heard in his head everything his father had ever said about him. Stupid. Immature. Slow. Fat. A loser. It all came back in a torrent of emotion. His life was never his own. It would never be his own. He didn't even get to choose where his baby went, if he wanted to go to school and follow his dreams. He had to make a decision about where his priorities were. He wanted what was best for the baby. And with all his anger and youth, it was obvious it wasn't with him.