"Where'd Gibbs go?"Tony asked when Tim returned from the vending machine.

"Coffee." Tim lied inconspicuously, and walked over to Ziva's desk.

"Ziva, I was wondering." Tim began.

"Yes McGee?"

"If you'd like to be a bridesmaid at my wedding." He grinned, and Ziva beamed back at him,

"Yes, I would love to!" She jumped out of her seat, and gave Tim a hug,

"Thank You, Tim."

This was possibly the first time Ziva had ever called him by his first name, Tim was ecstatic.

It was not long before Gibbs returned, sprinting into the room,

"Gear up! We got a possible suicide!" He said, and undertone of satisfaction was hidden well in his demanding voice.

It was just under an hour when they arrived at a large, abandoned warehouse. They all piled out of the car,

"You sure this is the right place Boss… it's a warehouse." Tony said, laughing.

"I'm not blind DiNozzo."

"That's debatable!" Tony grinned.

"Okay everyone! There's a guy in there, extremely upset, threatening to pull the trigger if everyone doesn't leave, and we're not leaving, so be careful."

Gibbs walked slowly, and cautiously into the warehouse, signalling for the others to do the same. Tony and Ziva moved stealthily in behind a stack of boxes on either side of the room, providing cover for Gibbs, as he continued to walk closer to the distraught man.

Tim was forced to gain cover from a stack of boxes much closer to the man, thankfully reaching cover before the man looked up.

"GET OUT!" The man shouted, Gibbs slowed but did not leave, or even step backward.

"I SAID GET…" He yelled again, only to be cut off by Gibbs,

"Yeah, I heard ya the first time, I'm not going anywhere. I'm Special Agent Gibbs." He explained to the jittery man.

"I don't care who you are, but if you don't leave I'm going to pull the trigger!" the man said, calming down slightly, rocking back and forth.

"Are you alone?" Gibbs asked him.

"Are you?" he asked back. Gibbs nodded.

"Cos you better not be lying to me!" he continued.

"Okay fine. I have one backup." Gibbs answered, trying to gain the man's trust.

"WHEREVER YOU ARE, SHOW YOURSELF!" The man yelled, yet none of the Agent's moved from behind their stack of boxes.

"Agent McGee!" Gibbs yelled, figuring that McGee looked the least menacing of his agents.

Tim stood, and moved beside the stack of boxes, he had been taking cover behind.

"This is your only backup?" The man asked again.

"Yes." Gibbs replied convincingly.

The man took his gun to his head, when suddenly he swung his arm around, and pulled the trigger, hitting Tim in the chest, he instantly fell to the floor, grasping at his chest, and coughing loudly, but no one could help him, Tony and Ziva could not move, they would be shot too, Gibbs pulled his gun out of the holster, and shot the man right between the eyes.

Tony was calling 911, and Ziva had sprinted out from behind her box, over to Tim who was losing too much blood, he was surely going to die.

"Tell… Abby… I love… her." Tim stuttered to Tony, who was now kneeling beside him, trying to stop the blood.

"NO! You're not going to die, you have too much to live for. You hear me?" Tony yelled, but Tim had stopped breathing. He administered CPR, demanding Tim to stay with him,

"Tim, no! Don't give up! You're not allowed to die!"He yelled to Tim's blood soaked, lifeless body. Tony's face was drained of any colour, and he turned to look at Gibbs, tears drenching both of their faces.

Giving up, Tony turned from his body, hugging Gibbs, forgetting the barriers which usually pulled them away from one another. Suddenly, a loud wheeze escaped the body of their 'fallen' friend, and he began to cough.

"Help…" he whispered. The EMT's arrived momentarily.

"Sir, sir can you hear me?" They yelled at Tim's limp body.

"Ye…" he whispered, shaking uncontrollably.

"Try to stay as still as you can sir."

Tim's body became rigid, tensed, to cease the shaking. Tony couldn't believe the strength Tim had in situations such as these.

He remembered back to the last time his friend had fought death, winning every round, spurred on by the love of his life, Abby, where was she? He wondered.

Ironically, she had just arrived on the scene, and was standing over Tim, gently patting his hair. She looked up, after hearing a clicking noise, only to be confronted by a gun pointing directly at her forehead, and then a shot, she barely had to time to recognise the inevitable, before she knew it she was on the ground, she was seconds from death.

Gibbs immediately pulled his gun out of the holster, and the bastard was dead.

"Bastard wasn't committing suicide, it was a ploy to get us here!" he yelled, Tim was still completely unaware of what had happened, and did not realise the dead body of his fiancée beside him.

The EMT's moved Tim quickly, knowing how much pain it would cause him to see Abby next to him. He was carried into the ambulance, and another was called to take his Abby to the morgue, where Ducky would be forced to perform an autopsy on.

Gibbs was waiting by Abby's side, holding her lifeless, pale hand, his face broken, why did all of the women in his life have to die. Shannon, Kelly, Kate, and now his 'daughter' Abby, were all dead.

Despite being shook to the core by the death of Abby, Tony could not be anywhere but with Tim, his 'brother in arms'.

He shuffled into the ambulance, and stood over Tim.

"What's wrong, what happened?" Tim asked, now worrying about the disappearance of Gibbs.

"Abby, Abby was shot Tim." Tony said calmly, and sternly, holding Tim's hand firmly.

"NO!" Tim cried, "No! She can't be dead. No! I should have died, not her. No. You're lying. She's not dead!" He was yelling now, sobs wracking through his words.

"I'm sorry Tim, if it's any consolation; I'm here for you, no matter what." Tony said back to Tim, this may have been the first time Tony had expressed his care and concern for his team mate of four years.

Tim squeezed Tony's hand back,

"I loved her Tony."

"I know Tim, I know."

"No Tony, you have no idea, she's like no one I've ever met before."

"I'm sorry Tim."