A/N: Hey guys. Aren't you glad I'm updating so soon! :) I got a lot of different opinions on getting the Cullens back into the story. A few of you want them there; a few of you want her with Tim. You guys are totally mixing me up too

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BPOV

I slowly became conscious to my surroundings to hear a very irritating, and also very familiar, beeping sound. Oh God! What had I done now to land in the hospital? I couldn't remember.

I tried recollecting what I last remembered before losing consciousness. I remembered telling Charlie goodbye. Driving down to Washington. Finding an apartment to stay in that was close enough to work. Work! I had joined the NCIS. Gibbs' team. And we were working on a case currently. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying harder to remember. Gibbs, Tim and I were going to question Imelda. When we had the car accident. I sighed internally. I guess I was disaster prone here too...

Tim... He had kissed my hand before we got into the car. I was very conflicted. Was I ready to move on? Because, somehow, I did not mind the fact that he had done that. The reason I had not spoken to him after that was because I was confused. About whether I wanted him to pursue this further. He had made it obvious he was attracted to me. And I did not have a problem with that. This was a first since Edward left. Was I finally ready to move on? Before Tim, if any guy ever tried to make a move I started avoiding him like he had the plague. But with Tim, I felt different. He was really intelligent. Which was important to me. And pretty cute too. He looked so worried in the car just before we crashed. Wait a minute! Tim and Gibbs were in the car with me. Tim had to be ok. He couldn't not be.

I opened my eyes only to close them immediately with a wince. The light was way too much for me.

"Bella?" I heard someone ask softly. "You awake?"

I heard someone drawing the curtains closed.

This time I was careful to open my eyes slowly, so that they don't hurt from the glare. Now the room was bathed in a soft glow. My eyes slowly focused to someone sitting at my bedside. It was only then that I realized that whoever it was, was holding my hand.

Tim looked at me from his position beside my bed. He looked worried, his hair in total disarray, like he had run his hand through it a few times. He sat up a little straighter on seeing that I had woken up.

"Bella!" He exclaimed. "How are you feeling? Should I call the doctor?" he grimaced at the word doctor. I was puzzled at that. Why would he not want to call the doctor?

I tried speaking but my throat was feeling very dry. "Water" I managed to croak out.

Tim rushed around the room to the water jug and got me a glass. He set it on the table beside my bed, and putting an arm around me, helped me sit up. I would have protested, but I was feeling a little dizzy. And I liked the feel of his arm around me. I blushed, and to cover it up I lifted the glass and drank deeply, finishing the water in it.

"Want some more?" Tim asked me as I lowered the glass.

I shook my head to indicate no. Clearing my throat I asked him. "What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" He said.

"We were on our way to Imelda's house. Our tire blew out and we crashed into a tree?" It sounded like a question.

Tim nodded. "Yeah, the difference is that the tire didn't blow out. It was blown out. By a bullet."

I raised my eyebrows. "What?" I shrieked. "But..." I took a breath to calm myself down. "Sorry about that. But I can't imagine someone like Imelda waiting at the side of the road for our car to pass by, and then to shoot our tire."

"I agree with you. It's a little farfetched. We still have not gone to her residence to pick her up though. We had to get you and Gibbs to the hospital, and then once we were sure you two were going to be fine, Tony and Ziva left to process the scene and try to see from where the bullet was shot and if our shooter left any clues for us."

"You didn't go with them?" I asked him.

'Ah, no. I... uh... wanted to make sure you were okay."

I blushed at that, looking down.

"Bella, about today, I would like to apologize for my behavior. I should not have kissed your hand like that. I don't know what you must be thinking of me. I just..." I interrupted him there.

"It's okay Tim... No really, it is." I insisted when he looked at me disbelievingly. "I was just a little surprised that's all. How is Gibbs?" I asked him, trying to change the topic.

"Gibbs is fine. He has a mild concussion, and will have a killer of a headache once the medicine stops working, but he is free to go."

'How long was I out?"

"About an hour. An hour too long, as far as I'm concerned." Tim said and then blushed himself.

"Just an hour?" I asked puzzled. "I feel pretty good too, actually. Then why all the machines attached to me?'

"You were losing a lot of blood Bella. These machines were put as a precaution. You just got a few stitches. Apparently, facial wounds bleed a lot, making them seem deeper than they actually are."

"Yeah, I've heard that before. So I'm free to go then?" I asked him chirpily.

"I'm sure you will be discharged. Unless your doctor has a problem with it." He replied with a scowl. Again with the doctor. Before I could ask him what his problem with the doctor was, he came up to me bed and knelt down beside me, taking my hand in between his, and pushing my hair away from my face.

"Do you know how worried I was?" He whispered to me. "How totally you freaked me out when you wouldn't get up? I have never been so scared in my life Bella. Never. Up until that moment when I saw you bleeding and I was unable to get you out of the car, or to wake you up? All my training, all my common sense flew out the window. I couldn't think Bella. I could only feel. And I felt terrified that I had lost you. Before I even had the chance to tell you how I feel, about how much you mean to me already, in just a few days."

He looked into my eyes, my heart beating faster with his proximity, feeling his breath on my face. He came a little closer. I bent my face down towards him. He hovered over my lips, just breathing near me. My own breathing picked up, and all I could think about was how much I wanted him to kiss me, to feel his lips on mine. He looked into my eyes, one of his hands coming to cup my neck. My hands rose off their own accord and tangled themselves in his hair. He came even closer, if that was possible. I could smell his aftershave, and a smell that was uniquely Tim. I bit my lower lip hesitantly. Tim looked down at it and groaned. The sound pulled at me, at my core, where I was slowly starting to get a little uncomfortable. The way his eyes were raking over me was causing the heat to run directly down to my core, and I was starting to get wet. All this and he was yet to kiss me! His eyes came back up to mine and he looked into mine like he was asking me for permission to kiss me. I nodded slightly and was about to bend and kiss him myself but his hands held my face firm. He licked his lips lightly. Slowly, finally, his face bent towards mine. My eyes fluttered shut and I could feel him getting closer and closer. He hesitated for a second, but then I felt his lips touch mine gently.

At that very second, at the back of my mind I heard the door open.

"I'm glad to see you're awake, Bella." I heard a familiar voice say.

Tim and I jerked away from each other, both of us breathing deeply. He turned away, muttering under his breath, and I turned towards the door to see who had entered.

Wearing a stethoscope around his neck, and a doctor's coat, standing at the doorway was...

"Edward!" I gasped.

A/N: I know, I know, you guys would want to kill me for building up the anticipation for Bella and Tim's first kiss… Tell me how you found it? Reviews pls! I love to hear what you guys have to say!