NCIS:
TIRED OF LOVING HER FROM THE SIDELINES...
DISCLAIMER:
NCIS and characters do not belong to me.
SUMMARY:
Abby and McGee have a night together, a few days later she is telling him about someone knew. Tired of loving her from the sidelines he leaves...
That was eleven years ago.
CHAPTER 11: A CHANGE IN ABBY'S CONDITION...
TIM'S P.O.V.
THE LAB...
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Gibbs just called and said we need to get to the hospital." Ziva told me.
"Is Abby all right?" I asked.
"Probie, he didn't tell us. He just said we needed to come to the hospital." Tony told me.
"What about..." I started to ask.
"I already called Sarah and told her we might be a little late picking the boys up." Ziva told me.
Then without a word I gathered my stuff and then the three of us took the same car to the hospital.
We got to the ICU and found Gibbs waiting for us just outside of Abby's room.
He had a grave look on his face and at first I feared the worst.
JUST OUTSIDE ABBY'S HOSPITAL ROOM...
"Is Abby okay?" I asked being the first one to speak up.
"She's awake, but..." Gibbs began.
"What?" Tony asked.
"She doesn't remember the last eleven and a half years. She does know that about Will or that you left, McGee." Gibbs told us.
"Hey, would you stop talking about me and come see me? Gibbs beat you here and has been here a few hours!" Abby called.
So we all entered the room and found Abby sitting up in the bed.
"I have to go call Sarah." I said after a few minutes and turned to leave.
"Hey, Timmy, could you please bring me a Caf-Pow?" Abby asked and I looked at her.
I felt my anger at her again for what she had done to me, but over the last few weeks of being worried. I was no longer as angry as I had been those first few days I was back.
"I'll see what I can do." I said and tried to smile as I walked out of the room.
"What's wrong with, McGee? Is he having a bad day?" I heard Abby ask.
"Abs..." I heard Gibbs say.
"What? What's wrong?" Abby asked.
"Do you know what year it is?" Tony asked and at Abby's reply, I could tell no one knew what to say.
I walked down the hall and called Sarah, she said she would let me tell Will. Then after a few minutes, I headed back to Abby's room.
For a minute I just stood outside and leaned against the wall.
'Abby doesn't know that she hurt me, I left and we have a son.'
"No, that can't be possible not possible. I was in my lab with Timmy all day yesterday." I heard Abby say and after a minute I walked back in the room.
"Hey..." I managed to say walking back into Abby's room.
"Where's Caf-Pow?" Abby inquired upon seeing me.
"Sorry, Abby, I guess I forgot." I said and tried to smile.
"What's wrong, Tim? You looked a little mad about something before you left." Abby told me.
"I'll tell you later." I said and Abby got a coy look on her face.
I knew what she was thinking about.
'I'm still kind of mad at the fact you kept our son from me. I wish I could tell you that I'm not as mad as I was a couple of weeks ago though.'
I needed to tell Will about Abby. How do you explain to a ten and a half year old little boy that his mom doesn't remember him? I would have to find a way to remind Abby about him, before she was released.
For a while longer we sat there and visited, until it was time for Tony and Ziva to go pick up Adam, Gibbs would head home and Sarah had already said that Will could spend the night.
I told her I would still be there soon to pick him up, so Will and I could follow the routine we had developed over the past three weeks.
Since Abby's accident Will and I had bonded. He told me everything he could about his life and it was like I hadn't missed a day.
I knew that wasn't true and there would always be that time we didn't know each other, but with each day I felt less angry at Abby.
Telling her good night we all headed out the door and I was the last one...
"Tim," Abby called and I turned back to face her.
"What?" I asked.
"Will you stay with me a little longer?" Abby asked.
"Abby..." I began.
"Please, Timmy." She said and with a sigh I took a seat in the chair by her bed.
"Abby, I was going to try to get some work done on my book tonight." I lied.
"So what's going on with Amy, Agent McGregor and everyone else?" Abby asked.
"Well, Amy and Agent McGregor ended up married, now eleven years later...they have a ten and a half year old son." I told her.
"Timmy, I told you before that Amy and Agent McGregor were all wrong for each other." Abby said and I was tired of pretending.
"You really don't remember anything from the past eleven years?" I asked.
"No...Tim, the characters in your book are based off us. Did...did we get married at some point? I already said I'm never getting married or having kids and I mean that." Abby told me.
"Too late on one of those things," I muttered.
"Tim, what are you talking about?" Abby asked.
When I looked at her, she looked a little surprised and I knew she had seen the anger in my face.
"This..." I said and pulled out a picture that Ziva had taken of me and Will two weeks ago.
"Who's that little boy next to you?" Abby asked.
"Our son," I told her.
"Our son...Tim, where are you getting that idea, we're not married and I do..." Abby began.
"I know you don't remember the last eleven years, but Abs...We have a son and his name is, William Leroy McGee." I told her and was surprised that I had called her 'Abs.'
"Timmy, why are you doing this to me?" Abby asked and started to cry.
"Because Abby I want you to remember." I told her and this time I didn't want to reach out to wipe away the tears, because I knew something would happen.
I would wipe her tears, she would put her hand over mine and then one of us would kiss the other.
I was still in love with her and felt right now that I couldn't touch her, but...she took my hand in hers.
"Abbs..." I said and tried to pull my hand away, but she wouldn't let go.
"Tim, what happened? You are my best friend, but you seem different. Something changed, didn't it?" Abby asked.
"Yes, a lot of things changed. Abby, you were in an accident two weeks ago and now you can't remember anything that's happened in the past eleven years. I need you to remember to understand what has changed." I told her, and then I got up to leave.
"Help me to remember, Tim." Abby pleaded.
"I don't know how to help you, but I'll try." I promised her and then left the room.
Once again leaned against the wall and I heard her start to cry.
"I want to remember. What can't I remember and why is my geek so mad at me?" I heard Abby say.
I was kind of surprised that she had no matter what always thought of me as 'Her Geek.'
'I want to help you remember that we have a son. The fact that the second you told me about, Will I would have been right by your side.'
After a few minutes I heard the crying stop.
Then with that thought I left to go pick up Will happy that it was a Friday.
I would talk to her tomorrow...
