Tim drifted in and out of consciousness.

When he was awake he would mumble some gibberish in Klingon or random numbers.

Dr. Mallard and Jimmy did their best to not listen to any of the random spouting of numbers in case it was something there were not supposed to know.

After all, they didn't know if this man was a spy of some sort or a federal agent that had been injured on an undercover OP.

"We can place him in the second master bedroom." The doctor said to the younger man as he pulled into a small garage that belonged to a Victorian styled house.

"Ducky, isn't this just a tad bit strange? Even for us? I mean...This person who we don't even know is going to be residing in the house. And he was shot. For all we know, he could be a murderer! Oh my...What if he is a murderer? And right after we patch him up, he'll kill us? We're going to die...Oh my God...I'm too young to die." Palmer started to ramble and soon his breaths became short and raspy.

"Calm down, my boy...We are not going to be killed by this young man." Ducky sighed and handed Jimmy a small inhaler, which he graciously accepted and instantly started to use it.

"Thank you. And I know I'm overreacting, but...Still. We don't know him." The younger man took a few deep breathes before opening the car door and climbing out.

"If we didn't help strangers then we wouldn't be any help to he world, now would we? We'd simply help those who didn't need help rather than the ones who desperately need it." The older man winked and climbed out, walking around the front of the car until he was standing next to Jimmy.

"How're we getting him inside? He's taller than both of us." Jimmy tilted his head when he opened the back door of the car and looked in at the young detective who was out cold and in quite an awkward position as he was quite too large for the back seat.

"Ah…Yes, I guess we are in a bit of a dilemma."

"We could call that friend of yours. The one that scares me." Jimmy said as he blushed a bit and rubbed the back of his head.

"It is quite alright to be afraid of him. He can be quite frightening at times." Ducky smiled and reached into his coat pocket to pull out his cell phone.

"He could probably also help us find out who this guy is." Jimmy looked in the car again and looked at Tim, who was now reciting the digits of Pi.

Ducky nodded and then held up a hand to silence Jimmy as he listened to a gruff voice pick up and say, 'Duck? Whadya want?'

"So, you're alive? I'm glad you finally excavated yourself from that basement and your damned boat." Ducky stepped away form the car to give his call a sliver of privacy.

"I'm in the damn basement at the moment. Drinking my damn bourbon and working on my damn boat. So, what do you want?" The gruff voice replied with a high edge of annoyance.

"I need a favor…" Ducky explained what had happened and how they needed a larger man to come over and get Tim out of the car.

"Palmer can't get him out? He's not as weak as a two year old, is he?" The man on the phone sighed and rustling noised could be heard through the line.

"I'd appreciate you not calling him weak. But, it's not his strength that's the trouble. The boy is much too tall for Jimmy and I to even have a chance of getting him out." The doctor rubbed his temples as he was starting to grow tired in the late night.

"I'll be right over." The man replied and the creaking of stairs was heard.

"Thank you, Jethro."

The only response to Ducky's thank you to the mysterious 'Jethro' was the line going dead.


Another twist? Possibly...

As a vivacious McGibbs shipper, I have a question for you all...What would you say to a little romance between Jethro and Tim?

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