I had a camp where I left the house at 7:30 am, got back at 9:30 pm. Then this week I kept saying I would right and didn't. Well, now I have motive so here we are.
McGivaShipper: I agree, I don't really like Tiva. How about a yellow house? Glad you like the multiple POV. Hope you like this chapter.
Chel.c: Thanks for your kind words. They really don't seem to notice Tim until they might lose him.
Angel: Thanks! I can't always think what to write about one charrie so I switch to another.
Carol: I've wanted to say this. I usually like the Abby plot, but she never seems to think differently so as you can tell, she's already second guessing herself. Sometimes I don't know about page breaks but I'm not sure if I should kill him. I may just downgrade him. Thanks for your advice, I'll try that.
Here's the Chapter!
The team stayed lost in their thoughts. Had it been minutes? Hours? Days? They couldn't tell. Ziva started pacing. Everyone was restless, but no one had the nerve to say anything. Not yet anyway. The waiting room was much different here. Everyone was talking in a foreign language, the waiting room not as nice as the one at Bethesda. It was different and no one liked it. Tony got up, he pulled Gibbs with him. He needed to find some privacy. Gibbs seemed to know he needed to talk. He always did. At work or over the cell. At his home. It was a dad thing. Gibbs really hoped DiNozzo would be okay. He knew he would be feeling guilty. But there was no way he could have done anything. He didn't seem to notice where DiNozzo was taking him.
A few minutes later DiNozzo stopped outside what Gibbs presumed a men's bathroom. They walked in to find it unoccupied. Of course, it was a single person bathroom so the fact that the door wasn't locked should have been a good indicator. When the door was securely locked behind them Gibbs asked the question.
"What's up DiNozzo." The way he asked it reminded him of when Kate died.
"The sky, the ceiling, possibly McGee." He answered. The Boss whacked him on the back of the head.
"You. Are. Not. Allowed. To. Think. Like. That." He answered sternly.
"Boss, he was dying. He is dying. I don't want to… But I know it's possible."
"No its not. Now what did you want to talk about?"
"How's Abby?" He asked Gibbs face hardened. "She's got to be hysterical, right?"
Gibbs didn't want to break the news, but he had to. "She thinks McGee's over exaterating. That it's a joke. That the geek of the team couldn't possibly injured. She wanted to know when we were coming home." The expression on the Senior Field Agents face was one that Gibbs couldn't describe. Ashamed. Mad. Scared. Ready to kill. It was all in one facial expression, and Gibbs wasn't the least bit surprised. "I didn't tell her Ziva was alive. I haven't told Ducky or the Director. I almost threw the phone the phone across-" He stopped abruptly when there was the sound of a lock being picked. Both on alert. When the door opened Ziva walked in, closed and locked the door like nothing happened.
"You couldn't have knocked?" Tony asked her. "Why are you always in the men's room? Is there a problem in every little girls room?"
"No." She answered. "It's more acceptable for a woman to be in the men's room than vice versa. Besides. I can talk to you this way."
Gibbs shook his head. Sometimes he would never understand his agents.
"Why does Abby hate McGee?" She asked bringing them back on topic. "They always seem to be together, he never showed any sign of them not liking each other?"
"That's the problem Ziva. Remember when Abby's crazy ex almost got her? She told me McGee left the apartment without saying anything and he broke in. What McGee wrote in the report? She was whining about a toothbrush and he left with the door locked, and specific instructions not to open the door for anyone. She opened the door and he got in. In the process Abby destroyed his typewriter, and her ex broke a window and picked a lock. He didn't say anything. I punished him for it, not Abby. When he shot the cop? Not one of us seemed to help. We just wanted the case over. He would lend Abby money, got to concerts with her and not complain. I guess it was something he was used too. When the dog attacked him we didn't help yet again, we were concerned about getting the bad guy and helping Abby. Apparently he worked through the pain and later nearly lost his arm. He never said anything to us. The Director told me. He never said anything. Any time else I don't know about but I'm sure there's more." Gibbs finished his rants to two shocked and killer faces. "Not only does Abby use him," Gibbs continued, "we use him. When he gets seasick or has a phobia no one helps. We take bets. When he went through the women's prison ordeal no one helped him. When he finds us clues in the nick of time we tell him to work faster, and we don't thank him. His book, we scolded him about it, he donated a hell of lot of money for the agency with it. It would be a wonder if he doesn't change agencies. I guess we should have paid more attention. Been nicer. A little hazing, yes, but this? I guess not."
They were silent for a few minutes, Ziva finally spoke. "He has to live, we have to tell him how much we care." Everyone knew it.
"We should tell Vance. Like now." Tony suggested. Gibbs agreed.
Pulling out the sat phone he gave instructions, "I'm gonna put it on speaker, but you two can't say anything, got it?" The both nodded and Gibbs dialed the directors number. He answered.
"Director Vance of NCIS, how can I help you?" He asked in a formal manner.
"Leon, its Gibbs." He told him.
"Gibbs? Is everyone okay? How'd it go?"
"Ziva's alive."
"Really? Is she okay?"
"Yes, and Yes. But McGee got shot."
"What?!" The Director yelled. "Agent McGee, McGee got shot!?"
"Yes, Director"
"Is he okay?"
"Will be. Were at a hospital in Somilia, hopefully as soon as he's stable we can take him on a military transport to Bethesda."
"I bet I can arrange that Gibbs. You tell me when and where. McGee's one of our best agents. We can't lost him."
"He is Leon. And we won't." He promised. "Could you do one more thing? Tell Ducky for me."
"What about Abby?"
"Oh. She already knows." With that Gibbs hung up. They walked out of the bathroom back into the waiting room just as a doctor asked in English, "Tim McGee?" Gibbs couldn't tell if it was good or bad news. He hoped the former.
-Back at NCIS-
Leon Vance hurried to the elevator and quickly jabbed at the buttons hoping to get the elevator to move faster. When he arrived at autopsy he could see Palmer cleaning up and Ducky sitting at his desk. Taking a deep breath he walked in.
"Hello, Director. To what do we owe this pleasure? You rarely visit." Ducky said in his own former manor.
"I wish I could say this was a pleasure visit Dr. Mallard. Mr. Palmer, you may want to come over here and sit down."
"Director?" Palmer asked.
"The news in which I bring you two is not good at all. I'm afraid I have bad news from Agent Gibbs."
"Is everyone alright?" Ducky asked.
"Not quite. They found Ziva alive." He paused to allow them to celebrate inside themselves.
"I'm sensing a but Director." Ducky said.
"Agent McGee has been shot."
"Where? How much blood loss? Where is he?" Ducky quickly started rattling of questions for him.
"I don't know the specifics Doctor. I only know he is in surgery and when he is stable to arrange some military transport back to Bethesda." Palmer hadn't said anything.
"How is Abigail taking this?"
"I am not sure. Gibbs told me she knew. I guess we will have to find out. Doctor, Mr. Palmer, care to accompany me to visit Ms. Scuitto?"
"Of course." Ducky and Jimmy answered together.
"Then let's go." And together they headed up to the lab.
Two questions. Did I do Vance alright? Do you want McGee to live or die? Review, I will probably do an alternate outcome too but what you vote goes in the story!
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