Ok, the life and times of our Timmy are coming up! Hope you've got your tissues. I cried a bit. Again. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I tragically do not own NCIS or NCIS:LA... Meh

After Tony and Tim got new IDs, passports, backgrounds, documents, and such, they met up with Renco at the airport. "Flight 23 to Sunny LA!" he said when he sat the other agents, waving their boarding passes in the air. "Unexpected upgrade! We got first class guys! Get ready for the awesome seven hour flight!" Renco said as they boarded. "Seven hours with you? I'm so excited!" Tony said, heavy on the sarcasm. As they found their seats, Tony immediately stole the window seat. "It's mine!" he stated, acting like a kid who had never been in first class.

"So what are your guys' cover stories?" Mike asked later into the flight. "We uh... we really don't have one yet." Tim said, pulling his laptop out of his carry-on bag. "The only things I can think of are bachelor party and brothers." Tim said again, looking at Tony. He was gazing out the window. Tim decided not to disturb him. He knew what he was most likely thinking about. "I don't think anybody would believe us if we said we were here for a bachelor party. And we look nothing like brothers. Plus, we don't even have the same last names." "Well, hopefully, you won't need one. But if you do, just say you're at a family reunion. Works for me every time." Mike replied. "You've done this sort of thing more than once?" Tim asked, shifting around in his seat. "That's what we do at OSP. Office of Special Project translates to more undercover work and explosions than you guys." Renco said smiling and looking over at an uneasy Tim.

The rest of the flight went smoothly, Tony thought. Except for when he had to go to the bathroom and the toilet clogged... Tony was in there for like a half an hour trying to clean that mess up. But Tony didn't want to dwell on the erm... bad stuff. He had enough on his mind already. He just hoped that it wouldn't be too much to handle. Surely probie couldn't fix a complicated man like Tony's problems. Tony also didn't want to have to call Ziva. Ziva was the only one who could calm him down and stop him from going crazy for at least six months. Those were probably the second worst few months of his life. Tony didn't even want to try and dig up the worst. It would take too much. He only did that when there was a Jason Borne or James Bond marathon, where he was all alone and the sounds of gunshots, epic fights, and car chases overpowered his crying. Even Tony needed to let it all out at some point.

When they touched down, the first thing Renco did was take them shopping. They got haircuts and completely different clothes. No one could know that they weren't dead. So, Tim looked in the mirror at the department store. Max Todd had a buzz cut with a dark blue ball cap on backwards, a white t-shirt, tan cargo pants, and black converse. He looked over at Tony. Tony, who was fixing his hair, looked down at his ID. Jack Shepherd also had a buzz cut and was wearing a blue and yellow striped polo, jeans that cut off at his knees, and sandals.

They looked at each other, then back at Renco. "You guys ready yet?" he asked. "You take longer to get ready than my girlfriend." Tony looked over to the slightly shorter man. "You have a girlfriend? I thought I told all the women of the world not to date you." He said in all seriousness. "Well, I'm ready" Tim responded. "Max, you look like a McBadAss. I like your style." Tony said as they paid for their stuff. The three men walked out of the store and they got in the NCIS car they picked up at the airport. "Let's go meet the team. You're gonna love 'em." Renco said, almost sarcastically. "Am I supposed to take that seriously or no?" Tony asked, slightly confused by his deceptive tone. "You'll see. Special Agent Callen should be briefing his team right now, so we better hurry up and get there." Mike said as he started the engine. "Alright then, Renco. Giddy up!" Tony said as they sped off through the backstreets of LA so they could avoid the highway traffic. "Get ready, OSP, Tony and Tim are in the building." Tony said enthusiastically from the backseat. He still couldn't believe Tim had beat him to the front seat. "Tony, we're not even there yet!" Tim said, looking at his partner through the rear view mirror. "Fine, McPrecise. Tony and Tim are almost in the building!"

Gibbs walked into Vance's office. "Do you want to or should I?" he asked. "I would normally do it, but I think you should call them. I think they would appreciate it more even if they aren't actually dead. I tracked down Mr. DiNozzo. He's in New York. The McGee's are in Baltimore. Sarah's in DC still. Call her first." Vance said. "Ok. Thanks, Leon." "Knowing Senior, he'll catch a flight with someone and be here in the morning. The McGees will probably be here sometime after twelve. Sarah will be here in a half an hour or less." Gibbs said. "I've got my first press conference for ZNN in twenty." Vance said. "Alright, let's get this show on the road." Gibbs said. He looked at the note card Vance slipped him and dialed the first number. This was his least favorite part of the plan.

"Hello?" Sarah said. "Sarah McGee?" Gibbs asked, just to check. "Yes... Who is this?" She asked cautiously. "Special Agent Gibbs, Tim's boss." Gibbs said. "Oh my God. Is something wrong?" she asked, very scared. "I'm really sorry, Sarah, but... Tim was killed this morning." "NO! This can't be happening! It's- It's not fair! Timmy can't be-" Sarah was screaming and crying. "I'll be there in ten minuets." she said and hung up the phone. Gibbs dialed the next number. "Gibbs!" the man on the other side of the line said. "Nice to talk to you again. I'm guessing this isn't a social call..." Tony DiNozzo Senior said. "I'm afraid not. Mr. DiNozzo, I'm sorry to say, but Tony was killed this morning." Gibbs said, not sure what his reaction would be. "What? No that's- that's impossible." Tony was sputtering out random words, unable to form a sentence. "We need you come down to DC." Gibbs said when the man paused for a second. "Oh, of course. I'll- I'll be there by morning." Tony said, hanging up. The last call to make would be the hardest one. By far. But, Gibbs dialed anyway.

"Hello, McGee residence." A deep voice said. "Admiral McGee?" Gibbs said, wanting to be as formal as possible. "Yes. Speaking?" he asked. "This is Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Tim's boss. I have some very bad news. I'm so sorry, but your son was killed this morning." Gibbs said, holding his phone away from his ear a bit so he wouldn't go deaf if the Admiral yelled. And he was right in doing so. "NO! THIS ISN'T RIGHT! YOU'VE GOT THIS WRONG! TIMOTHY IS NOT DEAD! HE- HE CAN'T BE! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! It's- It's just not possible." The man yelled, lowering his voice at the end. The yelling turned into two sets of sobs. Tim's mother. "Mrs. McGee?" Gibbs asked. "Yes. P- ples- please call me E- Emma." She said, trying not to cry. "I need you and your husband to come down to DC. Sarah is on her way." Gibbs said as soothingly as he could. "Was -was an-anyone else h-hurt?" the distraught mother asked. "His best friend, Special Agent Tony DiNozzo died as well. He was trying to save your son's life." Gibbs said, lying his way into her heart. He felt horrible doing it. "O- oh. I'm so s- sorry for your l- loss. T- thank you. We- we're on o-our way." she said and hung up.

Ziva sat at her desk and started to produce legitimate tears. Not for her supposedly dead partners, no. They were living it up in Los Angeles by now. No, Ziva felt sorry for the families because this horrible, excruciating pain they were experiencing was completely fake. It was all a show. She put her saddest face on and stood up to greet the grieving Sarah when she same bursting through the doors to the stairwell a few minuets later. "I'm so sorry." Ziva said as she enveloped the crying sister in a bear hug. "How-?" she asked, still sobbing. "Let's wait for every one else to get here." Ziva said, letting go of the young woman. "We- were you t-there? When I-It happened?" she asked, sitting down at Tim's desk. "Yes." Ziva responded, putting her hand on her shoulder. Sarah grasped it and started to cry again.

"W- where's Agent DiNozzo?" she asked again. Gibbs sighed and spoke for the first time since Sarah had arrived. Ziva looked down at the floor. It pained her to tell Sarah this, but she had to. Millions of people's lives could be at stake. "He was killed also." "D-did you catch them?" Sarah asked again. "We shot all of the terrorists in the warehouse." Ziva said. She squatted down so she was eye to eye with Sarah. "You know what Tim did this morning, when he got in to work?" she said, trying to be nice. "W-What?" Sarah asked, looking up and wiping the tears from her eyes. "He told me that he'd found some pictures of himself when he was twelve. He said he'd brought his favorite one to work so he could put it on his wall. It was the cutest thing I've ever seen." Ziva said, pointing at a picture pinned to the board next to Tim's desk. Ziva wasn't lying, it just didn't happen yesterday. Ziva remembered the day well. Tony had decided long ago to make the particular date prank day at NCIS. Ziva had to admit it was a fun day...

Flashback. Tim walked into the squadroom with his gear and a smile on his face. "Woah, Tim's got something to share!" Tony said, turning to face the younger agent. He set his stuff down and walked over to Tony's desk. "Look what I found last night!" Tim said, pulling something out of an envelope and putting them in view of his partner. "Do you remember that weekend?" Tim said, smiling gently. Ziva walked over to examine what they were looking at. they were pictures of Abby, Tony, Tim, Jimmy, and another woman. She was very pretty. But something was wrong. Ziva had never seen that girl. She did not work at NCIS, or at least not since Ziva had arrived. They all did look very young in the photos. "Who is that?" Ziva said, pointing at the mystery woman in a cute picture with her and Tony.

"The late Special Agent Caitlyn 'Kate' Todd." Tony said, picking up the picture. "There is something else in that envelope." Ziva said, after a short silence."It's personal thing, guys!" Tim said, pulling the envelope away from Tony's grasp. "So that just makes it more of our business! You know I'm just going to find out anyway!" Tony said, begging to see what was inside. "For once, Tony, you are right. If you just waited a second, then you would find out without having to be extremely annoying." Tim said, walking over to his desk and pulling two thumbtacks out. He turned to the cork board that wrapped around the back corner of his desk. He took out what ever was in the envelope and put the tacks on the board. As he did so, he took the item from the envelope and positioned it next to his photo of himself and Jethro, his loyal dog. With his hand still covering the paper, he tacked it to his board and began to type on his computer. Tony sat on the edge of his seat, waiting for the perfect chance to look at the new addition to Tim's board.

"Come on over, DiNozzo." Tim said without looking up. Tony jumped up and ran over, Ziva in stride behind him. "Who is that, McGee?" Ziva asked, staring in awe at the picture on his wall. "It's me and my sister. I was twelve, she was about a year old." Ziva smiled. Tim was sitting cross-legged in navy blue footy pajamas that had battleships on them. They looked new. There was a Christmas tree behind him. On his left knee sat a brand new computer. On his right sat an adorable little baby girl, playing with a stuffed animal. Ziva couldn't tell who's smile was bigger, Sarah's or Tim's. As she looked, Ziva thought it was Tim's. The young sandy haired boy looked so different than he did today. Ziva looked at the great man he'd become, when she saw two other pictures on his desk.

Tony had long since gone back to his own desk. Apparently, the happy memory didn't amuse him. One of the pictures was on the same day, Christmas. A much smaller Tim was on his father's lap, giggling because he was being tickled. The one next to it was also of Tim and his father, but this time, Tim looked like he'd just been crying and he was hugging his father. His father had on a brand new Navy uniform. Tony had walked over right before Tim had started to voluntarily tell his life story. "I was almost six when my dad enlisted. He was shipped off about six months later. We were in a hurry to take the photo because my dad had to go. So he looked at me and said, 'Smile for mom, Timmy. I don't want you to look sad when I show everybody this picture of the smartest six year old in the world.' My dad took the film and got it developed before he was set sail." He said, recalling things he hadn't thought about in a long time.

"Before he left, he took me in his arms. The conversation went a bit like this. 'Timmy, boy, I'm gonna miss you. Practice your math every night, and keep reading that Harry Potter book, ok? I want it finished by the time I get back.' 'Ok, daddy. I'll read it twice! Once for you too.' 'Good. Timmy, when I'm gone, You're the man of the house. Take care of your mommy, ok?' 'I will, daddy. I will! I promise!' Ziva could almost hear the little boy crying. "He said that he would put it in his uniform and sneak it out when ever he could. He even got caught once." Tim chuckled. "But my dad's CO saw the look in his eyes, then the look in my eyes and said he better not catch him again." Tim said, looking up at Tony and Ziva. He smiled and said, "You know, I loved to tell people that my dad was out saving the world, but when he got home eleven months later, he was different. He didn't pay much attention to me anymore, not like he used to. I had a problem with not getting attention, being an only child." "Imagine that." Tony said. Ziva punched him in the arm. "Shut up!"

"He left again, five months later. That time, he was picked for some special assignment. Top secret. I never even found out what it was about. But what ever kept my dad away from me for that long had better been pretty fricken important." He finished in disgust. "How long was he gone?" Ziva asked, tearing up. "Three years, two months, and fourteen days. And yeah, I memorized it. The Navy gave him a year at home, then he was gone again for seven months. He missed Sarah's birth. That really made me mad. It still kinda makes her mad, but that's what you get for joining the Navy." Tim said with a sigh. "When I was twelve, all I wanted for Christmas was for my dad to come home. I made my mom take me to Macy's late that night to send my letter to Santa. The next morning, the only Christmas I didn't open all of my presents before, I saw a box that didn't fit under the tree. I tore it open, and found a note. It said to look outside. So, I looked out the family room window and there was my dad, making the goofiest face in the world. That was the second happiest day of my life." Tim smiled. Tony cleared his throat. "Wow. And I thought my Christmas' sucked." Flash-forward.

"W- What was the happiest day? Did he tell you?" Sarah had taken the picture off the wall and found the others he kept around his desk. Ziva smiled and looked down at Tim's sister. "The first day you came home. He said he sat down on the couch and asked if he could hold you. Your mother said yes. He said that he thought if he dropped you, you would break. So, he laid there, on the couch and took a nap with you by his side. That was the happiest day of his life." Sarah smiled and for the first time that day, she cried happy tears. "He would be proud of you, Sarah. He loved you so much." "Thanks, Ziva. I- I just wish that someone would sit me down and look me in the eye and tell me that he's- he's not gone." Ziva sighed. His family was not going to take kindly to finding out they'd been played. She could tell. "Me too, Sarah. Me too."

Was that the saddest thing ever? The next chapter is much shorter because I'm not really sure how this chapter grew to be 3,000 words long! I guess I got a little involved in the backstory. Oh well. Thanks to everyone who has been reading, reviewing, and following the story so far! It really means a lot to me!