And we're done! Oh how much fun this was. I loved it so much and I hope you loved it as much as I did.
Warnings: Death, Sexual Fantasy talk, Violence. More things will be added as I write the story. If you think of anything you want warned tell me and I'll add it!
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"Hey, Tony," Abby greeted bouncing over to him in the parking lot, "How are you?"
It had been almost a week since Tim had hung up on him and there was still no response from him or the team that was sent to look into whatever had happened. It wasn't all that surprising in truth, but that didn't mean that he was happy about it.
Even though it had only been a few days Tony already felt like things weren't going to change anytime soon. Tim wasn't going to be found and brought back home. There was little to no chance that there was going to be a happy ending and Tony should stop trying to think of it.
Okay, so that was a little on the negative side, but that's what Tony felt at the moment. Or maybe he was finally starting to go crazy from lack of sleep. It was probably the latter one though at this point in time he'd take either.
He knew that his friends had been trying to make him feel better about the whole situation, but nothing was helping. Tony wanted to make them feel better about failing to make him feel better, but he couldn't make himself do it. It was as if the agent was already mourning.
In the end, Tony was acting like a complete and total asshole to his friends and that pissed him off. He lost something that he had never truly had. He shouldn't be taking it out on the people that stood by him when he was horrible to them.
"Tony?" Abby questioned placing a hand on his shoulder, "You in there?"
"Yeah," Tony replied shaking the thoughts from his head, "Sorry. Got caught up in thinking."
"It's okay. Hey, you know how I love you a lot?"
"Yes..."
"Okay, keep that in mind when I say this."
Abby gripped him by the shoulder and moved him so they were face to face. She smiled widely before pulling him into a tight hug for a moment. When she pulled back though she had a very serious look on her face.
"What is it, Abby?" Tony asked confused.
"You look like crap!" Abby exclaimed her hands going to her hips, "Have you gotten any sleep?"
"Some."
"Well, you need more young man."
Cocking an eyebrow he waited for a moment before she turned away with a huff and started towards the building. Sighing Tony made his way after the goth only to catch up to her in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry," Tony whispered staring into her eyes, "I know I've been being..."
"A grade-A asshole?" Abby completely with a glare before smiling, "You have been, but I guess I can forgive you."
"You're the best, Abs."
"I know. Look, Tony, I know you're under a lot of stress right now, but you can't push us away because you're hurting. We love you."
"I know and I'm trying. I really am. I just… I hate feeling so useless. I'm completely lost in this and you know how much I hate not being able to help someone I love."
"Everyone hates that, but you need us right now. You know that."
"Okay. Promise you'll call me out next time I do that?"
"Promise."
Smiling Abby leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He pulled away from her when the elevator doors opened. With one last smile he left the elevator and went into the bullpen. Ziva and Bishop were at their desks doing some work.
Tony offered them both a shy smile hoping they were as forgiving as Abby was. It took a moment before either of them did anything, but soon they were smiling back at him. Seeing them smile made him feel a bit better about the whole thing.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked from upstairs.
Spinning around Tony looked at his boss only to see the older man going into Vance's office. Tony's heart jumped into this throat. There was only one reason why his boss would call him upstairs. Okay, so there were a lot, but it felt like only one.
Tony ran a hand through his hair knowing that he was driving himself insane waiting for news. Every phone call he got, every time Gibbs called for him, and so many other times when it was just his own imagination.
A part of him wanted to give up on waiting for news. It was unlikely that any news at this point was going to be good, if he even got news. He just wanted the whole thing to be over. He couldn't take it anymore.
Sighing Tony put his things down before going upstairs himself. Cynthia simply motioned him inside without bothering to call Vance. Take a few deep breaths he tried to steel himself against whatever it was that was going to be said before going inside.
Closing the door behind him hazel eyes moved around the office only to realize that Vance wasn't there. His eyes landed on his boss and saw nothing to give away what was going on. Taking another deep breath he moved so he was standing in front of him.
"Hey, Boss," Tony greeted his voice soft, "Where's Vance?"
"Sit," Gibbs said calmly.
Tony followed his bosses instructions and sat at the table. His heart was pounding in his chest and he wanted nothing more than to turn and run. He already knew what was going to be said, didn't he? He didn't need to hear it out loud.
"Boss," Tony whispered his eyes closed, "Please just tell me."
"Tony," Gibbs answered his voice sounding exactly how he did talking to a victim's family, "They found Tim and his team."
Nodding his head Tony felt as if the air had been punched out of him. How was that possible? He already had known what his boss was going to say. Hell, he had known that this conversation had been coming since the phone call with Tim. Why did it hurt so much?
Without thinking Tony stood up and began to pace. His breathing began to speed up as his body began to shake. It felt strange, but even though he was just standing there it felt as if he had been running in a marathon.
"Tony!" Gibbs called forcing him to stop, "McGee isn't dead."
"He's okay?" Tony questioned the words barely sinking in.
"He's not dead. He's not out of the woods yet, but he's on his way home."
Hazel eyes slowly opened wide as he finally understood what his boss was saying. Tim was still alive! For how much everyone kept saying that things would be okay he hadn't believed them. He had been so sure that Tim was going to be found dead or not found at all.
"He's not out of the woods yet," Gibbs continued, "There's still a chance that he won't pull through."
"Do you know what happened to him?" Tony asked his voice sounding rushed even to him, "What, is his team okay?"
"Most of his team is fine. Other than that I don't know."
"Okay. That's good. Really good. He's okay, Boss."
Gibbs let go of Tony's shoulder pushing him towards the door. That was all that the agent needed before he was out of the office and into the elevator. It wasn't long before he was in his car and on his way to the hospital Tim was at.
"Hello," the nurse at the front desk greeted with a smile, "How can I help you?"
"Special Agent Tony DiNozzo looking for Master Sergeant Timothy McGee," Tony requested before shaking his head, "Though I'm not completely sure he's here yet not that I think about it."
"Being brought from overseas, Sweetie? Don't worry. It happens to the best of us. I got here two days before my brother did a few years back."
"Your brother served?"
"He did. So did both of my parents and all four of my grandparents."
"But not you?"
"No, I get seasick just looking at boats. Here we go. You're in luck. You're only going to have to wait an hour."
"Okay, one hour. I'll be here."
Turning around Tony went to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup before sitting down. An hour wasn't all that long to wait. Though he had a feeling the time was going to drag on. Or go by quickly. Either was it wasn't going to be fun.
Closing his eyes Tony began to think about Tim being hurt. He had spent more than his fair share of time in waiting rooms because of his team being hurt. Could he really handle having to do that for another person?
It was hard to think about since he was already in love with Tim, but now that he was waiting to find out if he was going to be alright he couldn't stop the thoughts. He had no idea how he was supposed to deal with the whole situation.
All he wanted was to see Tim. Why the hell was he even sitting here thinking about it? The answer should have been a clear yes! Still, he found himself questioning everything that had lead him to that moment. He thought he was past that!
"Hey," an older woman said holding a cookie in his face, "I was going to get you a cup of coffee, but you already have one."
"I do," Tony responded confused.
"You looked like you were about to cry and I thought a cookie might help."
A breathy chuckle left Tony's lips as he took it from the woman. She took a seat next to him making sure her body was facing him. Taking a small bite he turned to her but kept his eyes on the cookie. He didn't want to talk, but he didn't want to seem rude either.
"Waiting for a loved one, Dear?" she asked radiating a wave of calmness.
"Yeah," Tony nodded, "Are you?"
"No, I'm waiting for my husband to get off his shift. It's our fiftieth anniversary. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Willow Stone."
"Tony DiNozzo. Pleasure to meet you and congratulations."
"Thank you. Now you want to tell me why you look so horrible?"
Cocking his head to the side he motioned to the waiting room. He thought it was pretty obvious what he was doing. Willow looked around and nodded her head before turning back to him giving him a look of disbelief.
"This is only part of the problem," Willow said shaking her head, "I've been in a lot of waiting rooms so I've seen a lot of grieving families. You're not just grieving. Something else is going on in that head of yours."
"Look, Mrs. Stone..." Tony tried to start.
"Call me Willow and don't even try that. You need to get it off of your chest and neither of us are going anywhere. Talk."
Licking his lips Tony stared at the older woman wondering why she was. How could she sit across from him and be able to read him that quickly? Was he really that much off his game or did she have some sort of superpower?
"Talk," Will repeated firmly.
"Okay," Tony sighed before nodding his head, "Okay, I've been talking to this guy that I'm attracted to and..."
"And you fell in love with him. Now he's on his way here and you're questioning if you can handle being in a relationship with him."
"How did you..."
"Oh, it's not a new story, Sweetie. I've heard it before and I'll hear it again."
"You've heard it before? So you have some answers?"
Hearing the doors open Willow and Tony turned towards the door. The woman smiled and stood up pressing a kiss to the lips of the man that walked through the door. He grinned pushing her hair from her face before they turned towards him.
"You already know the answer," Willow smiled.
"Agent DiNozzo," the nurse said before he could answer Willow, "Master Sergeant McGee is here."
"Go get him, Tony. Tell him how you feel. That's all the answer you need."
He watched the older couple leave the waiting room for a moment. She was right he already knew what he was going to do. Taking a deep breath he turned back to the nurse and followed her through the hallways and into Tim's room.
"Visiting hours are over at ten," the nurse smiled gently, "I'm Amy. Just call if you need anything."
Nodding his head Tony made his way into the room. Hazel eyes looked over the man in the bed hating what he saw. This was the man he loved? He was covered in bruises and his face was swollen making it hard to even believe it was him.
"Hey," Tony whispered sitting in the chair next to the bed, "I don't know if you can hear me, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm here and that I'm not going anywhere. Just please be okay. I really want to be able to say this to your face. I love you, Tim."
"Love...too..." came the soft muttered phrase causing Tony to laugh in happiness.
"You're awake. Or not. Either way I'm here and I'm staying, Tim. I'm here."