A/N: Chapter 10, wow! My heart still races everytime I clic on the reviews, I really want this story to be something you find enjoyable. Thank you for sticking around, thank you for reading, thank you!

Chapter 10, Somewhere Trouble Don't Go.

"Accept it Tony, it was your fault." Tim was tired of being the host of every single meeting they had, especially because they were just guys now and "just guys" only meant "just mess." He still remembers every single word he told to Tony two months ago - it's never going to work, it won't bring any good, it's only going to cause more problems – but, of course, who even listened to him anyway. What did McGee knew about relationships? No, no. He had to be wrong.

Well, he wasn't.

There they were in their super manly reunion. After Tony talked to Ziva, it was just the two of them who spent some "team" time together or went out in double dates. Tim was grateful they still talked to each other and everything but with Tony, he always reached a point when it was just too much to handle, too much for one person. It was in moments like that when he found himself reaching that point when his brain lit up and one good day, he invited the great and happy Mr. James Palmer to their little event.

"I just told her the truth! This would be a hundred times worse if she would've found out by someone else." Jimmy had opted to sit in a chair he dragged from the kitchen to leave the two men (and their discussion) in the couch. The reunions in his place were way better, he thought. If they were in his place just like Ziva and Abby were a few days ago, they wouldn't be fighting or at least they would be fighting with a delicious homemade coffee and wheat cookies in front of them instead of cheap, unreliable Chinese food. Tony dropped some of his food to the floor to make his point clearer. "Besides, if you want to blame someone McCasanova, you're the first one to sink!"

"What?!" Palmer almost let his plate fall when Tim's question was louder than expected. "What do I have to do in all this?"

"Oh, come on!" Tony laughed, "You made me go to your stupid date night and you introduced me to Kacey!" Tim rolled his eyes and Tony crossed his arms firmly after leaving his plate on the coffee table, then everything got quiet. Clearly, it had been a bad idea agreeing to come to their "special" reunion. Now Jimmy was stuck there and he felt like the referee of a soccer game, right in the middle (not literally, but it worked for his reference) of the two points of view. Tony sighed and McGee sighed louder, then Jimmy decided he had had about enough. "It already happened, just… let it go."

Ever since he was a little boy, he had been told he was the worst when it came to keeping secrets. It was something about his eyes, according to every single person in the Palmer's family. The point is he never believed them. How hard could it be to keep a secret? Maybe he wasn't the most discrete person in the world but he could do it. At least, he always thought he could do it until he found himself sitting in a chair in front of two federal agents.

"What do you know, Palmer?" Tony was the first to speak up and Tim looked at him attentively. He had never seen two people going from enemies to partners that fast in his life. On the other hand, he had always wondered how it would be like to sit in the interrogation room, to know a bunch of other agents are looking at you through a fake mirror, to have Gibbs and his killing eyes on you. Yes, no wonder why the criminals always gave up. "Nn-nothing."

"I think someone in this room is lying to us, don't you Tony?"

He laughed with joy, Tony was really enjoying this moment. Jimmy looked at the two men in disbelief and Tim moved to the side of the couch that was closer to his chair. As Tony left his spot to sit in the table in front of Jimmy, he answered his friend's assumption. "Oh, someone is clearly lying here, probie."

"Guys come on," Both of their stares remained on him, he smiled nervously. "I mean, you are the ones who have problems with the girls, not us."

"The girls?" Tony's brow frowned and he turned his head to Tim. Almost immediately, Tim took his gaze to Tony and spoke pretty much at the same time, "Us?"

Now he had no doubt at all this had been a very bad idea. Jimmy took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes; he inhaled, exhaled and let his mind process his friend's questions. "Abby and Ziva," He looked at Tony and then proceeded to look at McGee, "And "us" as in me and Doctor Mallard, we all get together from time to time."

Tim and Tony exchanged looks. Tony narrowed his eyes and McGee looked like if he was thinking about something very complicated. Jimmy thought they'd never shut up but when they did, he felt a little scared. To his fortune, Tony was the first to speak up again. "You've been hanging out together, as a team, without us?" Once again, they both looked at him expectantly. The mood in the room was different, though. They weren't interrogating him anymore, if he didn't know them better he would have said they were somewhat hurt.

"Well, remember that last time we all got together about a month ago?"

God, they wish they could forget about that.

"Yes, remember how everyone was quiet and you," He pointed at Tony, "spent all night looking at Ziva and then she got mad because you wouldn't stop looking at her and you both started to scream while we all took our full attention to our food?" Bam, he clearly hit Tony's weak point because just when he stopped talking, he looked away to some spot in the kitchen's wall. "And you?" Tony jumped when he kept going and returned his attention to the conversation as Jimmy pointed, this time, at McGee. "Remember how you turned a small comment Abby made about your girlfriend into a huge screaming fight? You didn't even realize Doctor Mallard and I left until about twenty minutes later, when you called to apologize."

He couldn't believe all those words had left his mouth and apparently neither did Tony nor Tim. For a long minute, he felt really bad. He didn't want to hurt his friends but then he realized he was glad he was the one who dropped the bomb (he didn't like that expression but it was needed) and opened his partner's eyes. Jimmy was glad for all that but he also knew it was time to leave, they probably needed time to let his words sink into their minds so he stood up, returned the chair to where it belonged and left the room without saying a word.

"Palmer." He was half way in the hall when he heard Tony's distinct voice calling him. Tony was standing against Tim's door and Jimmy walked back to his direction. His face was serious and he really thought he was about to throw all kinds of comments to him in revenge. Instead, Tony's face softened as his lips parted to speak again. "How is she?"

"Well… hurt," Oh no, no no. One thing was to talk about Tony or Tim's personal life and a very different one was to talk about Ziva's life. He really never meant that word to leave his mouth but the way Tony's face changed with it told him it was better to clear it up."She's not… I mean, she's disappointed. I really don't know, you should talk to her."

"Yeah." They stood there, one in front of the other in silence for a short time before Tony went back inside and closed the door without adding any other comment. Jimmy didn't move for some extra minutes, he wanted to give his mind a moment to go back to its normal state. A part of him was worried, who knows if Tim and Tony would ever forgive him for talking to them like that. The other part of him was positive because hopefully, Tony would talk to Ziva. Hopefully, Tim would see Abby just wants the best for him. Hopefully, they would be the team they were before things got messy. Hopefully, all this would be worth it. All the words, all the truth, all the feelings, everything.