First off, I'm SORRY!!!! Okay? No time to this, I guess. Softball, homework, family dinners, homework, girl scouts (shut up), homework… that's right I said homework three times, but my dad said if I don't get two A's and no C's I'll get grounded for the summer…so...yeah...

Guess what! I was watching the episode of NCIS, About Face, which we all know is about the very lovable yet dorky Jimmy. I noticed at the beginning, when he noticed the passport was gone, his immediate reaction: "McGee, did you take that passport?" I thought that was funny. Maybe that's just me…

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Sorry for this long A/N but I thought I'd defend myself somehow.

Chapter 11

After a long night at Tony's apartment after dinner (A/N: ugh, I know, I bailed, so sue me), the two men were heading to their designated areas of the NCIS building, each replaying everything that happened from dinner to when they woke up next to each other this morning.

Jimmy acted with such giddiness and excitability, Ducky really couldn't complain.

Gibbs also knew something was up, Tony went on and on about his "fantastic date last night" but never mentioned a name. Nor had he really talked about his personal life since Jeanne.

But he also let it go, because Tony seemed genuinely happy.

Until...

"Hey, uh, DiNozzo, can I talk to you, um, in private?" Tony just looked and McGee with distrusting eyes. Gibbs was there so Tony just said sure and let McGee lead him to behind the stairs.

"What, McGee?" Tony asked with venom filling his voice. "Can you not see your disrupting my very important—"

"I'm sorry." Tony took a step back; confused and skeptical.

"W-what?"

"I know I've been very..."

"Bastard-ly"

"Yeah, sure. Anyway, I really am sorry, for everything. Now, I know you probably still hate me, for everything I put you through, and Abby, whom I going to see next—"

"What brought this on?"

"What?"

"Why are you doing all of...this? Why have the sudden change of heart? Not that I mind."

"Long story...."

"We've got time." McGee sighed in defeat.

***Flashback/POV change – Tim ('words' – thoughts // words – regular/flashbackness***

'I gotta be a dumbass all the time?? Goddamn it. First I sabotage the one thing that was good in my life then make the most important person feel like a piece of shit and chase him into the arms of the love of his life. What the fuck is wrong with me???' My thoughts disappear when I almost hit a cat running across the road. I tried to pay attention to the road and not in my head. Some radio station was playing that I wasn't familiar with.

"Blast from the past, we're playing My Chemical Romance for the next hour, nonstop, our way of giving you what you want while waiting for that new album." The man on the radio said. He also laughed. Then a song played. It started as a beeping heat monitor then a guitar softly played .

"Ew," I said to no one, then changed to the station. Hero of War by Rise Against. "Better."

Work was over and I was heading to the club.

'Can't handle seeing any workmates, I drove the extra twenty minutes to the farther club. I can't face anyone after saying those things to Abby and Tony.'

'Tony...No! Focus on the road... ... ...No use. After I get a few drinks in my system I'll be okay.' And that's what happened. I got to the bar, sat down, drank 3 ½ beers before a majorly cute guy bought me one of those prissy drinks. I drank it anyway, cuz this guy was muscular, tan, and tall.

'Yum. Tony who? No one you need to worry about anymore.' I mentally prepared myself by making myself think this is what I wanted.

'This bar has that stupid My Chemical Bromance station on. Haha, bromance... I'm so clever.' Some song about a hearse, death, and matches....anyway, hot guy.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Tim. Yours?"

"Declan." Sweet Holy Jesus. Beautiful.

"Well, Declan, the music is blasting, dance floor is pretty open, what do you say to dancing?"

"I say hell yeah. I love this song." 'Ugh, I hope he didn't see me cringe just then...' We danced, the song changed to one that sings about what I'm guessing is murder. Saying things like stains and knives and...whatever. Declan seemed to like it, so I kept my mouth shut.

He was dancing sexy with me, grabbing my ass and such. He even made out with me a little before dragging me into the bathroom. 'Seems a little too fast...'

He shut my mind up by making out with me again and pushing me into an empty stall. My mind turned on again when I heard a zipper get pulled down. It was his. I saw his hand reach for mine. I stopped it by grabbing his wrist. He easily made it to my pant's zipper anyway.

He kept going, and I couldn't stop him. I didn't want it but I couldn't say anything because his lips never left mine.

I finally built up enough energy to throw him off me. Hard.

"What the fuck?"

"Can't you tell when someone is trying to say no??" I pulled up my pants and tried to run out of the stall. He grabbed my wrist.

"You're not leaving until you finished what you started." He pointed to the bulge in his underwear with his hand that wasn't starting to bruise my wrist. I slapped him with my free hand which surprised him enough to let go of me. I bolted to my car.

I got in and locked all the doors. I finally broke down. I cried. Rubbing my wrist and trying to ignore all pain in my chest. The pain that Tony left. The pain I tried to shove away by coming to the club. The pain I felt from almost getting raped. The pain I felt when I realized I got used. Like how I made Tony feel by using him. I cried harder. All I could think was 'what the fuck did I do?'

"I'm so sorry..." I said to myself. I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't even notice the radio played softly, not even while I was driving home.

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems? I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means. To be a joke and look, another line without a hook. I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!
I'm not okay.

I'm not okay.

I'm not okay.~

"I am so fucked up." I say to myself before falling asleep, face stained with tears, wrist bruised, and no idea where to go from there.

******

"Whoa..." Is all Tony managed to say.

OMG longest yet. And a major story twist, mwahahaha. I think that will keep you satisfied.

A few things, first, the My Chemical Bromance thing, my sister thought it was hilarious when she called them that, me? Not so much. She didn't find it that funny either after I punched her in the stomach. :PP

Next, extra brownie point to those who can name all the MCR songs I used. It really isn't that difficult, I don't think.

Lastly, I am thinking about wrapping this up soon, so a few ideas wouldn't hurt.

Love, recognition, and *looks at what's in hand* multigrain chewy granola bars for those who review.

Love, Annalise. :P