Sorry to keep you guys waiting a super duper long time, I fell behind on writing... Speaking of that, I'm going to give you an update on that. I have part of the next chapter written, so it might be a while until the next update. Not a horribly long time, but a week or so maybe. I'm not sure. I guess you'll know when I do... Anyway, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Kensi sat in her apartment watching her favorite movie, Titanic. She was sitting there on the couch, crying and eating ice cream out of the tub. "Don't die, Jack! Stay with Rose! She needs you!" she said to the TV. She'd seen the movie a million times, and it never changed. She hoped the boys were having fun. Just then, her phone rang. She stopped crying and looked at the caller ID. Not one of her contacts. Being cautious, she let the phone go to voice mail.

"Kensi! You need to get down here now!" It was Tim. "Where are you?" she said as she answered the phone and cut him off. She sprang up and grabbed her badge and gun. "Intersection of Flower and Paxton roads, three blocks from Deeks' place." he yelled. "What happened?" Kensi yelled as she put the phone on speaker and sped off.

"I'm not exactly sure yet. It's Callen, Kensi. He's- he's- oh my God. Kensi! You- you have to get down here! Oh God oh God!" was all Tim could seem to get out of his mouth. Ten minuets later Kensi arrived at the intersection, which was all taped off. She saw three cars all in ruins in the middle of the road. She ducked under the tape. "Ma'am, you can't be in here. This is a-" a police officer approached her. Kensi shoved her badge in his face and he let her pass.

She ran over to the black car that belonged to Callen. "Where is he?" Kensi asked. The dark of night was lit up by the abundance of flashing blue and red lights. "He's over there." someone pointed off to the left. Kensi rushed over and found Tim next to him. He was cleaning up the bleeding gash in Callen's arm with his shirt. It and his jacket both had a lot of blood on it. That wasn't good.

"Do you know what name he's using?" Kensi whispered. "I think I saw Blake Lumsfeld on his driver's license." Tim answered, just as quiet. She could tell he'd been crying as well. He really cared. Tim had met him once, if you could really call it a meeting. He'd been in Los Angeles for less than a few days, and he was crying over someone he'd barely talked to. 'Tim is a good man.' Kensi thought as she examined her friend.

"Blake!" Kensi screamed. She slapped his face gently. Callen's bright blue eyes opened. His face was all bloody and his breathing was labored. "Max. Call Hetty. Tell her what's happened. Get Jack, Eric, and Deeks down here." Kensi ordered. "Uh... no can do on the last part. Jack and Deeks are passed out in his apartment. Plus, Callen and I drew on their faces. Eric, however, is-" Tim started "Acting delusional and watching reality TV?" Kensi asked, trying to keep her partner awake. "Yep." Tim said, finding Hetty's number in his cell.

"Hetty?... It's Max... Uh huh... It's Callen... Car accident... Nope... Nothing serious. Kensi's trying to wake him up... He's been in worse situations, Hetty... Full recovery is expected... Defiantly not planned. All the survivors are here... Three cars... I can't... They're all drunk... Yeah, Kensi's here... I'm calling him next... Alright, I'll let you know where he's transferred... Uh huh... Good bye." Tim said, concluding his conversation. "Hetty said to let her know what hospital they're gonna take him to when we find out. I'm going back to Deeks' place to get my stuff and leave another note for them. I'll be back in a few," Tim said, jogging off the scene.

Kensi tapped Callen's face again. "Come on Blake. Stay with me. Don't fall asleep." She kept saying. "K- Ken- Kensi?" he slowly asked. "Yeah, It's me. How are you feeling?" she asked, looking at the injuries he'd sustained. Nothing too serious, just a long gash down his right arm. Probably from glass. She also figured he had one or more broken ribs, judging by the way his breathing was labored. "W- what h- happened?" he spoke again as Kensi cleaned his face up. Another shirt, ruined. Oh well.

"You were in a car accident." Kensi replied. "Was i- it really an a- accident?" he asked, trying to sit up. "Yes. For once, it was." Kensi said as she pushed him back down in the stretcher. "Is e- everyone else ok?" Callen inquired. Kensi looked around. No. Everyone was not ok. There was a young woman who was also on a stretcher. She looked to be ok. Another young man, about Callen's age, was sitting on the bumper of an ambulance, getting a wound on his head patched up. But the other person had already gone off to the hospital. Tim said that he looked seriously injured. So, what did she tell Callen? It wasn't right to lie to him, but she didn't want to trouble him.

"No. Someone was rushed to the hospital, the other two aren't even as bad as you." Kensi answered. "How bad am I?" he wondered as a medic came over with some bandages. "I'll tell you later." Kensi said, and let the paramedic take over. Tim ran up to her. "Sam was speeding to get here, I think he'll be here in less than ten minuets. Eric is in the car. He's presentable enough. It's LA, after all." Tim tried to lighten the mood a bit, but that was normally Tony's specialty. "Yeah, you're right about that." Kensi said. "I'll go get him." Tim said, jogging off to the company car.

He opened the door. "Come on, Eric, time to get out." Tim said, pulling him out. "O- ok. Where are we going?" Eric said before he saw what was going on around them. "Oh my God. What the hell happened here?" he said, sobering up more than a bit. "Callen got in a car accident. He'll be ok." Tim said, supporting Eric as they walked over to where Kensi stood in the middle of the street. "Did you have a fun time, Eric?" Kensi asked with a smile as he staggered towards her. "Yeah. I think I watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians for a while. Don't remember much else." he said, wiping his glasses off with the sleeve of his plaid jacket. "I think that's a good thing, Eric." Tim said, clapping his fellow agent on the back. "Thanks." Eric said, surveying the damage done.

Then someone pulled up in a jet black car. "And that would be Sam." Kensi said, looking back at the man, who ran over to Callen. After a minuet, Sam walked up to the rag tag group of agents. "What happened?" he asked. "He dropped me off at the hotel, then ten minuets later, the paramedics called me and told me to get down here ASAP. So then I drove down and when I saw it was Callen, I called Kensi, then Hetty, then I went back to get Eric and then I called you and now we're here." Tim said, gasping for air at the end of his statement.

"Um, ma'am?" The paramedic said, tapping her shoulder. "Yes?" she said, spinning around to face him. "Mr. Lumsfeld is ready to be transported to the hospital. Would you like to come with him?" "Oh, yeah. Sure." She and Tim walked over to the ambulance and started to climb in after him. Sam walked over a little bit slower, supporting Eric as they went. Tim was stopped. "Sir, I can't permit you to ride with him unless-" the paramedic started. "I'm his cousin." Tim stated and got in with him. The medic closed the door and got in the passenger side. "Cousin?" Callen said weakly. "Yeah. It works every time." Tim said, putting his hand on G's shoulder. The sirens blared as the five agents rode along in the back of the ambulance on the way to the hospital.

Every bump hurt Callen. "God. It hurts so bad. Make it go away." he groaned after one speed bump they took to fast. "You weren't complaining like this when you got shot." Sam said, trying to keep him awake. "I was unconscious and dying!" Callen weakly defended himself. "Yeah, well I liked you better then. Less noise." Sam said, fist bumping his hurting friend. "My leg is on fire!" Callen said once again after they sped around a corner. 'It's probably broken.' thought Kensi. She hated seeing him like this. Hurting. She'd had enough of Callen getting hurt.

"It's ok, Callen. You're gonna be ok." Tim said. Kensi held his hand and smiled encouragingly at him when ever he looked at her. Tim called Hetty back and informed her of what hospital they were headed to. Eric just sat there with head on the side of the car, waiting for the noise to stop. "What about Deeks and uh... Jack?" Sam said, looking at Tim. "They're passed out in Deeks' apartment." Kensi responded before Tim even opened his mouth. Sam shrugged his shoulders and said, "Figures."

Less than ten minuets after that, they arrived at the hospital, where Callen was rushed off to a room. Hetty and Nell met them at the front door. "They said he'll be in room 462." Kensi said, looking at her superior. She couldn't really think of Hetty as her boss; superior was a better fitting word. "This is a major set back in the case." Hetty quietly stated. McGee nodded. "I think I'm gonna check on Deeks and Jack. It's not really the best time for two agents to be alone passed out in an apartment." he said, grabbing his bloody jacket off of the waiting room chair. "Keep me posted." he said as he walked out.

Tim exited the hospital and pulled his phone out. Well, he pulled Max's phone out. He dialed a number he knew by heart. It rang and he thought for a second, Gibbs wouldn't pick up. "Yeah, Gibbs." The familiar voice on the other line said. "Agent Gibbs? This is Max Todd." Tim said, not wanting anybody who might be spying or tapped in to know who he was. "Max. What a surprise. What can I do for you?" Gibbs said, probably smiling in his basement. "I hope it's not too early to be talking." Tim said, realizing the time difference between them. It was almost five am back home. "Nope, you're fine. What's up?" Gibbs replied, checking his watch.

"You know our friend uh Blake Lumsfeld?" Tim asked as he got into his car. He hoped Gibbs knew Callen's alias. "Yeah." Gibbs slowly said. 'What was going on?' he thought, worried for his friend. "He was in a car accident. He'll be fine, but I just thought you might like to know." Tim said, starting to drive. He put the cell phone on speaker. "What?" Gibbs yelled, grabbing his badge and gun. Might as well get to work early now.

"He's at the hospital. He only broke a leg and maybe a few ribs. He also sustained some minor cuts and bruises. Point is, he's been in worse situations." Tim reassured his boss. "Ah, Blake. Always getting hurt. Why are you up so late, Max?" Gibbs asked. "Oh um Deeks took Jack and I out and we partied at his place with Blake, Eric, and uh Sam." Tim said hesitantly. "You have fun, Todd?" Gibbs growled. The weren't in Los Angles to party. Tim decided to ignore the sarcasm that was evident in his boss' voice. "Yeah, it was fun. Jack and Deeks are passed out on the floor, I'm heading over to check on them now." Tim said, sighing. "Gibbs, do you think this line is tapped?" Tim asked. It was too weird to call Gibbs... well, Gibbs. "No, I really don't think so, McGee." Gibbs said almost sarcastically.

"Boss, I- I'm really worried. About my mom and dad and- and Sarah." Tim said, pulling up to where the accident was. It was almost all cleared up, but there was an NCIS team out there sketching and taking photographs and such. So much for Blake Lumsfeld. Tim didn't recognize any of the agents. "Tim, they'll be fine." Gibbs said, reassuring his youngest agent.

"I don't believe that, Gibbs. When you brief them, what comes next? Do they get to talk to me? My dad will probably punch Vance in the face, Sarah will just start yelling at everyone and my mom will cry her eyes out. Again." Tim concluded, arguing with his boss. "I don't want to hurt them, boss. I- I can't do that to them. What if they never trust me again? Huh? What if they don't forgive me? And for what?" he said, almost yelling as he climbed the stairs to Deeks' tenth floor apartment.

"For your country, Tim! If we don't stop these guys, people will die! The US has been targeted by terrorists, and right now, we are in the best position to stop it! How would that make you feel? To know that you stopped the next nine eleven! That's what I want to know! That you save thousands if not millions of lives! If we tell your parents that, then they will understand. Your father was an Admiral, surely he will understand sacrificing for your country. He was barely in your life, Tim! He knows how you feel. I know how you feel." Gibbs said, heating up. He was in the elevator on his way up to the half empty bullpen.

"You really think that they'll forgive me for letting them think they were never going to see me again?" Tim asked, unlocking Deeks' door and stepping in. The two men hadn't moved an inch. They still had the marker on their faces, too. Tim smiled. "If they really love you and this country, then, yes, I think they will make room in their hearts to forgive you, Tim. Because that's what family does." Gibbs said, greeting Ziva with a coffee. He sat down at his desk and Ziva looked over at him.

'Who is he talking to?' she wondered. The director would not assign them a case, since they were already on one, so who Gibbs be talking to? It's not like he is known for making social calls. "Ok, boss. Thanks." Tim said, hanging up. He felt much better now. So, he set off to try and wake the guys up. At two in the morning, they shouldn't be up, but this was a special circumstance. Tim got a towel and put it in icy cold water. He place the freezing rag on Deeks' forehead. When that didn't work, Tim quickly took pictures on his iPhone and sent them to Abby. Then he washed the marker off their faces and took the bucket of water and dumped half of it on Tony and half on Deeks. They shot up and started screaming.

"Ahhh! W- What the hell was that for, Mc-" Tony screamed before Tim clasped his partner's mouth shut. "I'm Max, remember?" Tim said, calming Tony down. Tony nodded and Tim released his mouth. "But seriously, what the hell was that for?" Deeks said, staggering over, to the men. "Callen was in a car accident. You guys need to get freshened up and looking presentable. We're going into work."

No cliffhanger for the next update... I didn't want to be horribly mean. What do you think so far? Yes? No? Let me know! I love reviews!