A Painted Picture
Chapter 4: A Voice from the Past.
A little girl had been killed along with her mother, a Navy Officer, the father was deported somewhere in Iraq, Gibbs was not in a good mood, he snapped and growled at everyone, Jimmy watched as Tim did his best to hide behind his computer, and look for anything to lighten his Boss's mood, the Assistant knew that his friend never liked it when his Boss was in a temper, Ziva and Tony didn't either but he doubted that the man's anger remained them of their father.
Jimmy watched from his spot in the corner, he had found this spot the day he decided to prove to Tim that everything was going to be okay, this spot kept him hidden even from the Great Agent Gibbs- at least he'd like to think that- and gave him a great view of the Pen. During his break he would come up here and just watch, learn.
"McGee!"
Jimmy watched as his friend flinched, how his eyes darken with fear before it was replaced with nervousness as he looked up at the Team Leader, hands trembling ever so slightly. It took all he had not to go over there, push Gibbs away-no doubt shocking everyone in NCIS, probably even give DiNozzo a heart attack- hold, cradle, protect his friend, murmuring soft words of comfort.
The Agent was able to stutter out a few words, thankful they seem to appease the other who was now ordering Tony with him to bring in a Mr. Gabriel Singer.
It was just Tim and Ziva.
Placing on a smile, he moved from his corner startling two Agents who had been standing next to him and hadn't noticed his presences and made his way into the Pen.
"Hey McGee, Ziva" He greeted, Ziva gave a small smile in returned before going back to her notes.
"McGee I brought you lunch" Jimmy then said lifting up the bag that was filled with food from Tim's favorite Chinese place, "you know as a thank you for fixing my computer"
Jimmy's smile became knowing, his eyes stern behind glasses, watching as Tim ducked his head in to what others might see as embarrassment, but Jimmy knew better.
Tim had skipped breakfast, Jimmy was not pleased.
"Would you like some Ziva" Tim offered, as he looked through the contents.
"No thank you McGee"
"There's plenty" Jimmy said then added with a little blush, "I think I may have gone a little overbroad"
He was such a mother-hen when it came to Tim, at least that's what Sarah told him.
It seem to win Ziva over as she took a one of the containers filled with sweet chicken and rice.
Jimmy then sat on Tim's desk, discussing the cases, and keeping an eye as his friend ate.
Tim was happy to be home.
Happy to be away from work.
Away from the case, that was yet solved.
Away from Tony.
Away from Abby.
Away from Gibbs.
Even away from Ziva.
"You have one new message" came the voice of his answering machine.
Hey little brother.
Tim froze, he did know why, it couldn't be him, he gone, locked away, far away.
He shouldn't be trembling; it even shouldn't be hard to breathe.
I'm out, found your number, got it from a friend, let's hang out like we use to.
The message ended with a beep.
Tim dreamed of blood, pain and screams that night.
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