Chapter 10

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Tony sat outside Tim's room with a blank expression on his face and his hands clasped together in front of him. Tim lost his memory. Tim lost his memory. Tim lost his memory. Sarah's words replayed in his head like a skipping record. It was just so hard to believe that it was true. What of he never got it back?

Suddenly he heard heels clicking on the tile floor, becoming louder as the person neared. He assumed it was just a nurse passing by, but when it stopped and a familiar scent entered his nose, he knew who it was. Looking up he found the Israeli standing next to him with a concerned look on her face.

"I heard what happened with Tim," she said sitting down.

"Yeah…it sucks."

"What if…what if he never gets his memory back?"

"McGoo's brain is big, Z," Tony said, trying to lighten up the mood and stay hopeful. "In a matter of days he'll be back to his normal geeky self…besides I'm pretty sure Gibbs wouldn't let him forget; he didn't give him permission."

"I thought when it was only when someone was dying that he did or did not give permission."

"This is an exception. Probie will get his memory back; I'm sure of it." Hopefully.

~+NCIS+~

"Sarah, tell me please. What's going on?"

"Tim, can we just talk about this later? You really need to rest."

"No, what I need is for you to tell me what the hell is going on or I'll never be able to sleep."

"Tim-"

"Sarah, please."

Sarah bit her lip and looked at her brother nervously. "Fine."

"Good; now who was that man that was just in here?"

"That man, his name is Agent Gibbs; he's your boss."

Tim scoffed a laugh and looked at his sister in disbelief. "My boss? I don't even have a job right now, you know because I'm in college."

Sarah sighed and took her brother's hand in hers. He looked at her with a frown on his face…something was wrong. "Tim you have a job, you finished MIT, you went to FLETC to train to be a federal officer. You lost your memory Tim."

"W-What year is it?" Tim said, his chest heaving.

"2008."

Tim's eyebrows shot up and his eyes went wide in shock. "What the hell happened to me?"

"All I know is that you were attacked by a dog…you…you nearly died, Timmy. Actually, from what Agent Gibbs told me, your heart stopped a couple times. You were in a coma for nearly three weeks."

Tim looked away from his sister and swallowed. "Oh my god," he choked out.

"You know what? I don't think I should be the one telling you all this anymore, Timmy," Sarah said as she got up to pace. "How about I get Agent Gibbs and he-"

"No! Not…not right…not…" he couldn't believe what he just heard. He had lost almost six years; he was fricken attacked by a dog! Why? It was too much to process; he couldn't breathe. Why couldn't he breathe?

"Tim? Tim, what's wrong?" Sarah asked as she frantically ran up to him.

"C-Can't breathe…n-neck hurts."

"Crap. Deep breaths, take deep breaths Tim; I'm gonna go-"

Suddenly, Tim's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he collapsed back on his pillows.

"Tim? Tim! Shit." She looked up to the monitors and sighed in relief. At least he's still breathing.

~+NCIS+~

Consciousness seemed to come back to him slowly and he could hear the faint sound of an annoying beeping noise by his head. Alarm? No it's a lot softer than that. Curious, Tim opened his eyes groggily and he was welcomed to a dimly lit, white pristine room. Then it all came back to him. Right, the hospital. He expected his sister to be at his side, but she wasn't…which was weird. No matter how angry she'd be for him getting hurt, she would be with him as much as she could.

"She had to go back to class," a gruff voice spoke.

Tim gasped and looked to his right to see the man, Sarah had said to be his boss, sitting in a chair next to his nightstand.

Tim looked at the gray-haired man uneasily before speaking. "So…you're my boss?"

"Yep."

"For where?"

"NCIS. Naval Crimi-"

"A federal agency? God, my dad must hate me."

Gibbs frowned and Tim took this as a 'you better tell me or else' look.

"My dad always wanted me to follow in his footsteps, become a Navy Admiral like him. But he never understood; he never understood that I couldn't be on ships, because I'd get seasick so easily. He called me weak and pathetic saying that I was a McGee and I had to suck it up. Which is why I'm currently not talking to him; he hates me for turning my back on my calling. But…whatever."

Gibbs listened sadly; so he was pretty much the only father figure Tim had. Well, he'd treat Tim a hellova lot better than the elder McGee. He'd make sure of that.

"How did a dog attack me?"

Gibbs sighed. "Do you want me to tell you everything?"

"If it'll help get my memory back, then yes."

"Alright Tim…we had a warrant to search a petty officer's house…"

~+NCIS+~

Abby parked in the lot of the hospital. She knew this was a bad idea; Sarah was there as were the rest of the team…and they all hated her. They all wanted her away from Tim. But she had to do this. This was probably going to be the biggest apology in the history of apologies; the mother of all apologies. She had Ziva, Tony, Gibbs and, most of all, Tim to make amends with. Things would probably never be the same again with everyone, but maybe they'd at least talk to and laugh with her again. Maybe Gibbs would start bringing Caf-Pow's down to her again. Maybe they'd be a family again. God, it'd be a long-shot, but she had to try; it was worth it. Taking a deep breath, she walked up the stairs and entered the large building.

~+NCIS+~

Gibbs pulled the covers over Tim's shoulders and smiled. The man had fallen asleep; no matter how hard he tried to keep his eyes open, Tim had drifted off while Gibbs was talking about how he got onto his team. He'd have to finish later…

The door squeaked open and Tony stepped in quietly. "Hey, boss."

…Or Tony could.

"How's he doing?"

"Just fell asleep."

"Have you…you know, told him anything yet?"

"How he was attacked and how he joined the team."

Tony chuckled a bit and glanced at his slumbering friend.

"I'm gonna go for coffee," Gibbs said, standing up and brushing past Tony for the door. He knew the younger man wanted time alone with the junior agent. They were practically brothers and Tony felt that he needed to protect his Probie. Tony smiled as Gibbs left the room. The man of few words. He moved over next to Tim and sat down in Gibbs' vacated chair. He watched McGee breath in and out slowly and it made him relax; Tim was alive, he was breathing. All the nightmares he's had of Tim dying were just that: nightmares.

When he saw Tim's eyes flicker, he got excited and leaned forward in his chair.

"Tim?"

The younger man opened his eyes and looked over at Tony tiredly, yet confusion was instantly on his features. "Do I know you?"

"Yeah, uh, I'm Tony DiNozzo; I'm your colleague." He wasn't going to tell him about them practically being brothers, because that might confuse and weird out the kid.

Tim nodded hesitantly and they sat in awkward silence for a few minutes.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I accidently kicked a hot blonde in the face?"

Tim's eyebrows rose in curiosity. "Possibly; I lost my memory, remember?"

"Right…Well, this one night, Cassie- her name was Cassie by the way,"

Tim's face broke out into a small grin. This must've been the jokester Agent Gibbs was talking about earlier.

"She was the most smokin' hot girl in the bar and she was, weirdly, sitting alone in a booth, so I made my move and went to go hit on her."

"A regular Casanova," Tim chuckled.

Tony laughed and his grin grew wide. Tim still had that sense of humor in him…that was good. Maybe this was just what the kid needed- what the both of them needed. Maybe he'd be the one to get Tim's memory back on track.

"Thanks Pr- Tim…anyways we started kissing…"

~+NCIS+~

Five minutes later found McGee and DiNozzo laughing and joking around like old friends…well, because they were. Tim just didn't really know that. But Tony couldn't be happier; he was getting his best friend back.

~+NCIS+~

She was on the lookout for Sarah or Ziva…mostly Sarah, because she was now scared of the little woman. And if she saw her, Sarah would chase her out of the hospital like an animal. Also, no doubt, Tim's little sister had banned her from visiting so now she had to watch out for nurses as well.

Miraculously, she made it past five nurses and a doctor. Ziva, who was sitting in the cafeteria, hadn't noticed her either when she passed…which was a good thing. Though she had to apologize to her as well, right now Timmy needed the utmost attention and sincere apology there ever would be. She also didn't want to get thrown out before she saw McGee. If it came to that afterwards, she wouldn't mind, just as long as she got to Tim. Finally, she reached the door, which was closed, and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

~+NCIS+~

Tony wiped his watery eyes after laughing at his own story with McGee. Actually, Tim had made a joke, a really funny one at that, and it nearly killed him; he never knew the man could be so funny. Just as he was going to make a comeback, they were interrupted by the door opening causing both men to quiet and look at the entrance. Who they saw created completely different reactions from the two. Tony's anger flared up and he clenched his jar, his hands balling into fists by his sides.

McGee, on the other hand, his eyes went wide and his breathing caught in his throat. There was something about the woman standing at the door that struck him. He frowned and looked down at his hands trying to remember. His head suddenly began to hurt and images flashed through his mind.

"Who's that?"

"Abby Scuito; don't worry, she's not your type."

"How do you know what my type is?"

"Trust me, she not."

"You're Thom E. Gemcity right? I'm Landon."

"I miss you Kate."

"I shot a cop."

"The first time I shot someone I pissed my pants."

"I think I killed someone Tim."

"Does it really matter who killed Benedict?"

"Yes."

"All Clear!"

"Clear!"

"Yes, Boss."

"On it, Boss."

Thwack!

Thwack!

"Sorry, Boss."

"Shutting up, Boss."

"I love you Abby."

"I'm sorry Tim; I don't want to be with you anymore."

"Tim, do this for me."

"This is your fault, Tim."

"Bring me to this concert."

"I hate you Tim; you made me miss the concert."

"Tim? Tim, are you alright?" He heard Tony say.

He looked up, the frown still present on his features and he glanced from Tony to Abby. What happened? What was going on? Why was he in a hospital bed?

"Tony? A-Abby?"

TBC

Woo! Finally, that chapter is done after writing it for like a week. Sorry it took so long. Hope you liked it! REVIEWS!