Took longer then usual to get this chapter done, so I made it extra long for ya ;).
In case I haven't already done this: DISCLAIMER: I don't own NCIS, but I love to play with them!
"Where is everyone?" Tim asked as they entered Gibbs' house.
"Cars are gone," Tony said, shutting the door behind them, "Probably at work."
"Oh...yeah I guess I keep forgetting it's Monday," McGee said as he headed for the kitchen. "You hungry?"
"Kinda," he replied.
"Me too," he opened the fridge as Tony entered the kitchen.
"You're still on liquids, Probie," he ordered.
"Yeah, I know," he said as he fetched one of the nutrition shakes, "I'll be happy with anything that's not broth or applesauce at this point."
"Grab me one of those," Tony said as he sat down at the table.
"You want one of these shakes?" Tim asked with a skeptical brow.
"Hey, I'm not eating a sandwich in front of you, McHungry. That'd just be rude." Tim threw him a shake and sat across from him at the table. "Oh, hey...where's that bottle of stuff we picked up on the way home?" Tim reached into his pocket.
"Right here. Why?"
"Ducky has your meds all sorted out for the day. Lemme put it with the other bottles so we don't forget it later," he took the bottle and set it with the others in the cabinet, then sat back down. As he cracked open the top of the shake, a small grin started to play on his lips. "Mind if I ask you somethin', Probie?"
"By the look on your face, I feel like I should say no."
"You are wise. But I'm gonna ask anyway. What's up with you and Abby?" Tony's grin widened when he saw Tim's cheeks flush red.
"Nothing, Tony," he attempted to dodge the question.
"That face isn't 'nothing'. C'mon, man. I told you about me an' Ziva."
"Technically, I figured that out myself," he corrected.
"Well I figured this out myself too. And your face confirmed it."
"You can't confirm anything by my face!" he argued. "That wouldn't be admissible in court..."
"Okay, maybe not. But are you denying it?" Tim cursed himself under his breath as he felt himself blush again. "There's no way you're winning in the courtroom where Tony DiNozzo presides."
"Seriously, though, nothing's happened yet," he said.
"Yet? So, you're saying....what now?" Tim rolled his eyes, knowing there was no way out of this conversation; no one around to smack Tony in the back of the head to get him to drop it.
"She told me she loved me," he couldn't help but crack a small smile. "She said she loves me loves me, to be exact."
"When did she tell you?" Tony's face was more of interest, then the usual 'prying for gossip' face he would usually wear in this situation.
"Yesterday."
"Yesterday...like before she slept with you?" he smirked and took a sip of his shake.
"She fell asleep with me!" his eyes widened in defense. "That's not the same thing. But yeah."
"Congratulations, Probie," he smirked and held his shake up to cheers; Tim tapped his bottle against Tony's, "You're totally screwed," he smiled.
"You're probably right," he smirked, then took a sip of his shake.
Ziva sat at her desk, busily filling out some case file paperwork, when her cell chirped, indicating she'd received a message. She glanced over at Gibbs' desk, which was vacant, before looking at her phone.
Got a case? The text read. It was from Tony.
I could only wish. She replied. How was the session this morning?
McGee got a lot accomplished.
Good. If we are still without a case, I will be coming by there for lunch. Want me to pick up anything for you?
Gibbs coming with you?
No. He asked me to check in on the two of you.
Why does the sitter need to be checked in on? Nevermind, don't answer that. I'll see you when you get here. Don't need anything picked up.
Are you okay?
Yes. Just miss you. Ziva smiled when she read that.
I love you. See you soon.
Love you too.
"Ducky, I got a question for ya," Tony said into his cell.
"What is it, Tony?"
"The therapist prescribed McGee something called Lorazepam, and the bottle says, 'Take as needed for anxiety'. I was thinkin', since he's due for pain killers, and they usually knock him out, if it'd be okay for him to take one of these, too. Maybe it'll give him a better chance of having a more peaceful sleep... But is it safe to take with the pain killers?"
"It shouldn't have any interactions. And I think that's a good idea, Anthony. Has he eaten anything?"
"Yeah, we had a shake when we got home around 9:15, and gave him some applesauce maybe ten minutes ago."
"Good. I'm glad he's accepting more than usual. Go ahead and give him both meds, and call me if you feel like you have any more concerns."
"Thanks, Ducky," he ended the call and brought the meds to the guest room where McGee was in the middle of watching a movie. "He said you can take both," Tony told him. Tim looked over in his direction.
"It's been a while since I've seen Austin Powers," he said, "It's just as funny as it was ten years ago."
"That's why it's a classic, Probie," Tony handed him the pills. "Mind if I watch the rest of it with ya?"
"It's your movie, Tony. Course you can."
"Groovy, Baby," Tony said in his best impression of Powers. Tim smirked after swallowing the pills. "So who's your favorite character?" Tony asked as he plopped down on the bed with his back against the head board.
"It's hard to choose when most of the characters are the same person," Tim cocked his head as he watched the screen.
"Well, who can you most identify with, then?" Tim thought about it for a moment.
"I can't say that I do...but I can guess who you would pick," he smirked in Tony's direction.
"Scot," Tony said. Tim looked at him in question.
"Dr. Evil's son? Why?"
"Powerful yet evil father who doesn't approve of his son's choice to not follow in his footsteps. Plus Scot grew up without him around, so it seems fitting." Tim's smirk faded, even though Tony still had an amused look on his face as he watched the screen.
"That's horrible, Tony," he said. Tony glanced at him.
"Nah, Dr. Evil cares more about Scot then he lets on," he looked back at the screen.
"I'm not talkin' about Scot. Talkin' about you." Tony glanced over at him again.
"Hey, my father isn't part of my life anymore. Never really was. But I've got family right here, and that makes everything okay," he said, then looked back to the screen.
"Yeah, ya do," Tim said, "But that doesn't make what he did, right. It was horrible of him to send you away like that. Especially when you needed him the most." Tony looked down at his lap.
"I know that, McGee," he said. "But it's all behind me now."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"It's okay, Probie," he said patting his shoulder. "We're family. We're allowed to bring up crappy memories, remember?" he smirked, and noticed Tim looked tired. "Pain killers kickin' in?"
"Think so," he yawned.
"Kay, I'll leave ya alone. Ziva should be by any minute anyway," he shifted off the bed.
"She taking over so you can go in?"
"No, just stopping in to check up on us on her lunch break."
"That's nice," Tim said as he shifted down on the bed to get more comfortable.
"You want me to shut this off?" Tony asked.
"Nah, leave it. The noise helps me sleep better, believe it or not."
"I believe it. Sweet dreams, McGee," he said as he left the room and quietly shut the door. His attention went to the front door as he heard it opening.
"Hey," Ziva said as she entered with a small white bag, and closed the door behind her. He smiled as he walked toward her. "Is McGee asleep?" she asked. He nodded as he approached her. As he closed the space between them, he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Once their mouths separated, she looked at him with a smile. "What has you in such a good mood?"
"You," he smiled as his hand came up to tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. "Always you," he kissed her again and put his hands around her, pulling her against him. Both of them breathless, Tony pulled his face slightly away, "How long till you have to be back?" he asked in barely a whisper as his mouth traveled over to her ear.
"Maybe another forty-five minutes," she said as her eyes fluttered closed.
"Perfect," he said as she felt herself being pushed back against the door. She dropped the bag and her hands roamed around his chest; she felt his hands under her shirt against the skin on her lower back. He thrust his hips against her and she felt his erection through his pants and moaned.
"We should go upstairs," she said between kisses.
"Good idea," he said, and picked her up so she could straddle her legs around him as he carried her. Her eyes were closed the whole way up the stairs as he kissed and nibbled her jawline. The only moment she became aware they were at their destination, was when he lowered her down on the bed. He looked into her eyes as she lay there. She smiled up at him.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked. He smiled.
"How beautiful you are," he told her. Her hand went to his cheek.
"I love you," she said, and lifted her head to kiss him again. He settled himself down over her, supporting his upper body with his elbows on either side of her.
"I love you more," he said as his hands played through her hair.
"Prove it," she said as she thrust her hips up against him, causing him to groan. His mouth crushed back down onto hers as she pulled the fabric of his shirt up on his torso.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered against her ear before taking the lobe into his mouth.
"Mmm...I am fairly certain we both want the same thing," she smiled. She felt him smile against her neck. "Since we have been together, I do not believe we have gone this many days without doing this."
"I know," he said as he pushed himself up from her, and began pulling up her shirt.
"It was very frustrating when you did not come up here last night," she pinched him before pulling his shirt over his head. He grinned as she sat up to do so, and pulled her shirt over her head as well.
"You started it," he smirked. She scooted back on the bed and began to unbutton her pants.
"Well, now you can finish it," she returned the smirk as she quickly shed her pants and undies in one movement. Tony swallowed and found himself unfastening his own pants as she moved back toward him. She tugged them down for him as her mouth crushed against his. His erection sprang free from his boxers and Ziva moved her body closer to his as they stood on their knees before each other.
Tony groaned as he felt his shaft glide along her slick folds; teasing him. His hands reached around to grab her behind and press her harder against him. Then he felt himself being lead forward, and he opened his eyes as he walked on his knees to follow her until her back was against the head board. "What are we doing?" he asked; his head heavy with lust.
"I would think that would be obvious," she replied. He smiled with a small laugh, then she reached back and slid his hands down to the tops of her thighs. "You will have to help hold me up," she smirked, and he realized what she was proposing. If it was possible, he grew even harder. His lips met hers again as he felt her shift her back flat against the board and bring her leg up around his waist.
Tony picked up her other leg and wrapped it around him as well, and she guided him to her entrance. He swallowed, suddenly hesitating as he searched her eyes. Her steady hold on his shoulders changed as she brought one of her hands to his cheek, trying to reassure him.
"Tony," she breathed. "I want you..." her hand snaked down between them again and stroked his length. And he groaned from deep in his throat as her heel nudged him forward. His hips thrust forward, almost involuntarily, and he entered her fully.
"Oh god...Ziva," his face went to her shoulder as the sensation overwhelmed him. He pulled out almost fully before reentering her, and was rewarded with a pleasurable moan from Ziva, that shot right to his groin. He repeated it again, slowly, and brought his face in front of her so he could see hers.
"Faster..." she barely whispered, and he complied, resting his forehead against hers as he sped up his administrations. "Mmm..." she moaned and it was like electricity to him.
"Zi..." his breath was labored now, as was hers.
"Harder," she said a bit louder, and as if his body was activated by verbal command, he complied. Their bodies made a light slapping sound as he slammed into her over and over.
"Zi, I...I gotta stop-"
"No! Please, Tony," she breathed, "So close..."
"Oh god...Zi, I'm gonna..."
"Oh!" He felt Ziva's inner walls squeeze and spasm around him as she threw her head back against the wall. Only a few thrusts later, he was following her...burying his face in her neck to muffle his cries of ecstasy...
Only the sound of them catching their breath could be heard now as they stilled. Tony didn't return from the stars until he felt her begin to drop her legs. He pulled back and helped her lower back down to the bed. He positioned himself to lay beside her as she studied his face.
"That was worth the wait," she said as she smiled.
"I'm just sorry it was over so fast," he replied.
"It does not matter how quickly it is over, as long as both parties are fully satisfied," she leaned over to kiss him and felt him smile against her lips.
The moment was broken when her cell began to ring. "I have to get that," she said, though he held her still. She looked sternly at him and playfully swatted his bare shoulder. "It could be Gibbs," she squinted and reached over onto the floor to pull her phone from the pocket of her pants. "David," she answered. She was silent as she listened to the voice on the other end. "I'll be there in fifteen," she said and ended the call.
Turning back to Tony, she gave him a quick kiss. "We have a case. I have to take a very quick shower and get over there," she kissed him once more and rolled off of the bed, gathering her clothes and making quick pace to the bathroom. Tony pushed himself off the bed.
"I'm gonna throw these sheets into the wash," he said before hearing the shower cut on. He grinned as he stripped the bed...
"Sorry, Gibbs," Ziva said as she hurried through the police tape over to her boss. "Traffic."
"Need you to snap, bag n' tag," he told her. She nodded in acknowledgment without question. She knew there would be a heavier workload in store, with two agents out. "Not much to collect, though. I gotta go talk to the witness. How's McGee and DiNozzo?" he asked.
"McGee was sleeping the entire time I was there. I think they are both doing well," she said as she snapped a picture of the numbered evidence and bagged it.
"He say anything about their session?"
"Actually, no. I didn't think to ask," she continued her work. Gibbs squinted as he looked her over.
"You take a shower on your lunch break?" he asked. Though she felt like a child who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, her trained ability to hide her emotions came in handy in the moment. She didn't skip a beat in her work.
"Is there not a witness you are supposed to be interviewing?" she asked, glancing to him for a moment. He smirked at her then, and she returned a small smirk before he turned to walk over to the witness.
Tony finished tucking in the cleaned flat sheet, over the cleaned fitted one. Satisfied with his little cover-up, he stepped back and took a breath, then lazily draped the blanket over the bed. No sense in making it look too perfect. Then, certainly Gibbs would come to conclusions he'd rather he not.
He took another visual sweep of them room, then peeked into the bathroom to make sure nothing was too out of place. And then he heard a crash from downstairs...a sudden and familiar burn began in his chest as he tore out of the room and down the stairs. "McGee?!" he yelled and ran to the guestroom.
"In the kitchen," he heard Tim say, and he quickly rounded the corner toward him. "Sorry, I dropped the carafe..." he looked a bit panicked. Tony looked down at the floor at the broken glass and coffee mixture.
"Oh man...Probie, Boss is gonna kill us," he said as he grabbed a roll of paper towels and knelt down to start sopping up the mess. He realized then, that McGee was barefoot. "You okay?" he asked.
"Coffee was pretty hot," Tim answered nonchalantly. "But I'm okay." Tony looked closer at the tops of his feet, noticing that one was extremely red.
"Damnit, McGee...your foot is burnt," he threw the wet paper towels into the trash and walked around the table to assist Tim to a chair. "Just sit down and I'll get you some ice for that," he grabbed an icepack from the freezer and laid it gently on his foot.
"It's not that bad, Tony," he insisted.
"Either way, just leave it until I get this cleaned up," he said as he bent down to pick up the larger pieces of glass. "When did you get up, anyway?"
"When the dryer beeped," he replied. "Were you doing laundry?"
"Uh...yeah."
"So ya think Gibbs is really gonna kill us?" he asked more seriously.
"No, he's not, because I'm gonna finish cleaning this up, and then we're gonna go buy a new one."
"We're gonna go to the store?" Tim asked. Tony squinted as he looked up from the floor at McGee.
"Are you high?" he asked. McGee burst out laughing. Tony stood to throw out the remaining glass and walked back over to him. Placing his hand on Tim's forehead, he checked to see if he was running a fever. But he felt cool enough. "Seriously, what's up, man?"
"Nothing," he said as his laughter subsided. Tony looked over at the counter and saw the third door of the organizer slightly opened.
"Did you take another pain killer?" he asked with a furrowed brow.
"Is there a problem with me taking just one more?" he smiled.
"Apparently, there is," he said with a worried look on his face.
"So...my happiness is worrying you?"
"This isn't 'happy', McGee. It's delirium. You dropped a scalding pot of coffee on the floor and nearly sliced open your foot in addition to burning it." Tim's smile faded and his face changed to worry.
"I- I'm sorry...I just...had a nightmare and woke up with a stomachache. I made coffee 'cause I didn't wanna fall asleep again..." Tony sat down in the chair next to him.
"Why didn't you call for me? I woulda helped you."
"I should be able to do some damn things for myself, Tony," he said, frustratedly. Then his eyes shifted nervously. "I'm sorry...I don't know why I got angry with you."
"It's okay. I understand," he said as he thought over the situation. "Well, now you're gonna hafta eat something at least," he said as he stood and went to the fridge.
"Can't I have something that's actual food?" he requested.
"Not sure about that, Probie. I'll have to give Ducky a call and see if it's okay. In the meantime, eat this," he plopped a cup of applesauce down on the table in front of his and fetched him a spoon. "Stay..." he held his hand out as if Tim were a puppy, then pulled out his phone and wandered into the living room.
"Hello, Anthony. Is everything alright?" Ducky's voice sounded on the other line.
"Yeah...well, actually I'm a little concerned. Seems McGee snuck into the meds and took an extra pain killer. Should I be worried?"
"One extra won't hurt him, but you should make him eat something."
"That's the other thing I was calling about. He's asking if he can eat something solid."
"Well, he's kept the liquids down nicely for the past couple of days. It should be okay to try. But make it something simple. Toast, perhaps."
"Okay. Sounds easy enough."
"Do let me know if he doesn't keep it down."
"Yeah, I'll give you a call if anything happens. Thanks, Ducky. Oh! How's that case going?"
"I assume you mean the investigation Gibbs and Ziva are working on? Right now, they're interrogating a suspect. They're pretty sure they've got the right man."
"So, ya figure they'll be there for a couple hours more, at least?"
"I'm sure. Is everything okay? Do you need a break?"
"No, everything's fine. I just need to run out and replace Gibbs' broken coffee maker..."
"Well, I wouldn't advice taking Timothy with you. And you certainly can't leave him by himself right now, with the extra meds in his system."
"Yeah, I know...but if I don't get it, Gibbs is gonna be pissed, Ducky. It's coffee we're talkin' about here. Don't mess with a Marine's coffee...you know the rule. Don't want Probie getting into trouble." Ducky lightly laughed.
"I'm nearly finished here in autopsy, so I can go pick one up when I leave here, which will undoubtedly be before Jethro leaves."
"Really? Ah, great, Ducky, thanks. I appreciate it."
"Not a problem, Tony. I'll see you in a couple of hours." The call ended, and Tony walked back into the kitchen.
"Good news, Probie! You can have toast!" he over-emphasized the excitement.
"Sweet," McGee smiled as he pushed the applesauce cup aside.
Ducky entered the house nearing eight o'clock, carrying a new coffee pot, identical to Gibbs' broken one. As he arrived in the kitchen, he saw Tony and Tim engaged in a game of Battleship.
"How could you possibly have hit and sunk all of my ships and only miss eight times?" Tony argued. Tim grinned.
"Mathematical and strategic process of elimination."
"Don't give me that crap, McGee. You're cheating," he turned around, "Is there a mirror behind me somewhere? Oh, hey, Ducky."
"Hello, lads," he smiled as he opened the box.
"Oh great," Tony stood and walked to his side, "You found the same one. How much do I owe you?"
"Don't worry about it, Anthony. Seems we only need the carafe?"
"Yeah," McGee said as he pulled the pegs out of the board, "Sorry about that."
"No harm, no foul," Ducky said as he placed the new coffee maker on the counter and slipped the old one into the box. "Are you through with your game?" he asked.
"I am," Tony said.
"I'm up for another game, if you wanna play?" Tim offered Ducky.
"Let me start a pot of coffee, and then I'll join you."
"You guys mind if I go for a run?" Tony asked. "Feel like I need to stretch my legs a bit."
"Go ahead," Ducky said. "On your way out, you should stick this box in the trunk of your car."
"Right. Thanks again, Ducky. Play nice, McCheater," Tony pointed at the agent. Tim squinted at him.
"I didn't cheat, Tony."
"Yeah, yeah," he replied as he left the room with the box. "I'll be back in an hour!"
"So, Timothy," Ducky said as he sat down at the table. "Tell me, how was your day?"
Gibbs and Abby arrived at the house about an hour later; both being quiet as they were unsure if Tim would be sleeping or not. But as they entered, they heard Ducky saying goodnight, and saw him come out of the guest room, closing the door behind him.
"Hey, Duck," Gibbs said, setting his keys down on the coffee table. "How's he doin'?"
"Quite well, Jethro," he replied quietly as he made his way into the living room. "He's taken to solid food rather nicely. He had toast earlier on in the day, and some vegetable soup just a while ago."
"Where's Tony?" he asked after looking around.
"He went for a run," he replied as he took a seat in the armchair and peeked at his watch. "He should be back any minute." Gibbs nodded in acknowledgment.
"Well, I'm gonna hit the hay. I'll take the late shift again. Abs, you good to stay up a while?"
"Sure," she said. "Ducky, you don't have to stay if you wanna head home."
"I'll be alright to keep you company for a little longer, Abigail. Where's Ziva?"
"Boss man sent her home. She's gonna be staying with Tim tomorrow so Tony can come to work."
Tony had come home from his run not much later, taken a shower, and passed out on the couch after eating a sandwich Ducky made for him. Ducky went home around midnight, and Abby was playing a first-person-shooter game on Tim's laptop at the kitchen table, with the volume turned down low.
It was a relatively peaceful night with no interruptions. It wasn't until around three in the morning that she began to yawn uncontrollably, and shut down the computer. She smirked at Tony's sleeping form as she passed him and went up the stairs towards Gibbs' room to wake him.
"Started the coffee for you," she whispered as he woke.
"Thanks, Abby," he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he pulled himself out of bed. "G'night," he kissed her cheek and made his way down the stairs, going straight for the coffee maker. Once poured, he brought his mug with him to the table, glancing out to the living room where Tony was splayed out over like couch like some kind of cartoon character; on his stomach, one arm tucked under himself somewhere, and the other hanging off the side. He couldn't help but to smirk.
Gibbs wished, however, that he'd had a chance to talk more about the therapy session Tony and Tim had. But it seemed he'd have to settle for waiting until tomorrow. He looked down at his mug before taking another sip, and his eye caught the Battleship game box on the table. Tony must have found it in the basement. It was Kelly's; a memory played in his head of when he last played the game with his daughter.
His attention was pulled away suddenly by movement from the corner of his eye. Gibbs turned his head back to the sleeping agent who began to shift around slightly on the couch. Tony's face twitched and furrowed; his eyelids showing the rapid movement of his eyes beneath them...
*~.~*
Tony stood frozen in the elevator he'd seen only in photographs before. In front of him, McGee was shoved into the corner by two men... Tim was afraid... Tony wanted desperately to attack those men-- stop them from doing what they were about to do. But Tony couldn't move...
"We should wait until we get him back to his room," one of them said.
"No way. This'll be much more fun..."
No no no...please... Tony stood by, helpless, as they cut through Tim's belt.
"Tony, please help me!" he heard McGee say.
"I'm trying..." he found he could barely even speak.
"Don't worry," the other man said, "You won't remember this anyway..."
"Please!" Tim yelled. The man behind Tim began his brutal attack, and Tony tried to turn away... tried to struggle against whatever power was holding him where he was. Was it fear? "Please make them stop, Tony! Please!"
"Aw, look, Brad. He's crying. So sad... hurry up, I want a go..."
"Oh god please...please stop this," Tony pleaded. "Please stop hurting him! Please!"
"Almost..." the man raping Tim said. Tony thought he'd be sick. McGee was screaming... "Okay...okay, J man. He's all yours..."
"No! Please stop!" Tony yelled as the second man positioned himself behind Tim. McGee screamed again as the man began...
"Tony, make them stop...please...please..."
"McGee, I- I'm sorry..." Tony was in tears now...
*~.~*
Gibbs stood from the table as Tony began openly sobbing in his sleep. "Please...stop hurting him..." Gibbs heard through the sobbing. "Leave him alone...Tim, I-I'm so sorry..."
"Tony," Gibbs was at his side now, shaking him by the shoulder. Tony suddenly shot awake, pushing himself up from the couch, seemingly confused by his surroundings. "You were havin' a nightmare," Gibbs told him. A wave of nausea hit his agent, and Tony took off toward the bathroom...
Gibbs followed him, at first unsure of where he was going. But he heard the familiar heaving, and the sound of vomit hitting the water in the toilet bowl. He waited outside the door for him to finish. When he heard the toilet flush, he pushed open the door to find Tony sitting, backed up against the wall across from the commode. His knees pulled up toward his chest and his head rested on them; hands in his hair on the back of his head.
Gibbs crouched down beside him, "You okay, DiNozzo?" he asked quietly. The sound of Tony's hitched inhaling followed by a breathy, silent cry, caused a pang in his chest. He quietly shut the door and sat down beside him against the wall.
"I was right there..." Tony said through tears. "I was right there and I didn't do anything..."
"It was a dream, Tony," Gibbs tried to reason with him. Tony's hands clenched tighter on his hair.
"All I had to do was move and take them out...and I just stood there!"
"You weren't there," he said more sternly.
"I watched it happen!" Tony's head shot up and looked at his boss; pure anguish in his eyes. "And I did nothing!"
Suddenly, the door was opening, and they both looked over to see Tim standing worriedly in the doorway.
"McGee, I'm sorry," Tony's tears reignited as he hid his face in behind his knees again. Tim looked at Gibbs.
"Boss, can I talk to him alone?" he suggested. Gibbs nodded and stood, hesitantly exiting the bathroom. He stood there, outside he door, listening to his agents. "Tony, listen to me," he began, "You had a bad dream. You weren't there. I told you I shouldn't have called you back in that office. I told you I didn't wanna haunt you with that..."
"Why...how could I have seen everything...everything that happened? I was right there..."
"You weren't there, Tony. You just knew everything that happened. Heard me every time I had a flashback...and knew everything I said, and everything they said. You're mind put that all together and you had a nightmare. That's all, Tony...just a nightmare." There was silence, with the exception of Tony's breathing as he began to calm.
"I'm so sorry...what they did to you, Tim," Tony's voice cracked.
"Not your fault," Tim said. "I'm sorry this is happening to you...I shouldn't have put you through this..."
"Don't say that," Tony said. Gibbs looked into the bathroom now, seeing Tony and Tim standing now, Tony pulled McGee into a hug. "You shouldn't go through this alone. I told you I'd be here for you through this, and I'm not turning back now."
"I'm not letting you do this anymore if you're gonna blame yourself for any of what happened," Tim said. His voice cracked as he continued, "You hear me? There was nothing you could've done."
"Okay," Tony said. "Okay..."
tbc tomorrow! r&r pretty plz!