"Call me sometime, Timmy," Tony's words continued to echo through Tim's head as he turned his cell-phone off and slid it into one of his pants pocket.

He leaned against the porch railing and let out a sigh as a soft sprinkle of rain began to fall.

"You always loved the rain, didn't you?" A voice behind Tim caused him to turn and he saw Damon standing there with a small smile on his face.

"I remember one time, after we had just started dating, we were at a birthday party for one of your friends. And it at some lake that took us an hour to find. You remember that?" Tim nodded slowly so Damon continued to tell the story.

"It was...a Saturday. And it had been a rainy week. So, of course, just as the party was coming to an end, it started to pour. There wasn't any lightning or thunder, which was surprising, but the rain was coming down hard. And like everyone else who was still around, I ran for cover under some big tent that had been set up. But you...you didn't come under the tent. You stayed out in the middle of a clearing and just stood there, grinning and laughing like a complete idiot. Then a couple of little kids pulled away from their parents and they ran out and joined you. You started chasing them around and then they would all start chasing you around. After the rain started to let up, the parents ran out and grabbed their kids who were all completely soaked and covered in mud. But I just stayed under the tent and watched you enjoy the rain until it had completely stopped. By then, you were exhausted and ready to go home, so we said goodbye and we left. I remember you getting my car all dirty but making up for it in the bedroom that night."

Tim let out a small laugh and he put his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the oncoming set of giggles as tears slowly started to form in his eyes.

"I remember that party...And that rain. I was an idiot for staying out in it, had a cold for a week."

"You were miserable during that cold. But you looked happy in those moments, so I think the cold was worth it," Damon walked over to him and also leaned against the railing.

The writer stared out into the rain as a single tear rolled down his face, "...I loved you, Damon. I saw us growing old together, I saw us being together forever. And many times, I've picked up the phone and almost dialed your number. Because I wanted to see you, wanted to talk to you, wanted to be with you. But then all I can think of is you, with your hands around my throat, and staring down at me with a cold and heartless stare. A loveless stare... And I just remember how I felt so helpless and I just cannot bring myself to forget that. I've tried, I really have, Damon, but I just can't."

Damon moved closer to the writer and slid his hand into Tim's, "I know that it's difficult. But…do you think that we could ever be together again?"

'I don't know, Damon. I really don't know," Tim squeezed Damon's hand but continued to stare out at the rain.

"It's fine. I mean, this was an abrupt meeting, and you're obviously with that Gibbs guy," Damon smiled sadly as he started to pull his hand away, but Tim kept it in a tight grasp.

"He's married, or something. And I really don't know what my feelings are for him. I just don't know a lot of stuff right now. I'm a bit of a mess," Tim chuckled softly.

"You've always been a mess," Damon said.

"I guess you're right," Tim smiled and playfully nudged Damon with his shoulder.

They stayed outside for a few more minutes, just watching the rain, before Ducky called them in to eat lunch before it was all gone. Neither of the two men noticed the sound of a car pulling up and shutting off just down the road.

"Ziva, if you fucking injure another one of Sciuto's employees, I will send you to anger management classes and take away all your knives. Seriously, that's the second person since we joined with her. Is it really that difficult to refrain from stabbing someone?" Tony snapped at Ziva as he paced around his office. He had been called by a very angry Abby who demanded he come to the warehouse immediately. Tony wasn't happy that he had been forced to leave the café, but his rage grew when he found out the reason. Ziva had merely stabbed the poor man because he was whistling while he worked. Abby had now banned her from being anywhere near her workers.

"Z, do you understand?" Tony asked when Ziva hadn't replied. She nodded sharply and headed towards the office door, cursing in a language that Tony didn't know as she left and almost bumped into Abby.

"Everything settled with her?" Abby asked, closing the door behind her and plopping herself down on one of the chairs that were in front of Tony's desk.

"Don't worry, there won't be anymore problems," Tony sat down at his desk and leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair with a groan.

"SO, how is the boyfriend? Hm? Am I going to get to meet him soon?" Abby practically bounced in her chair as she talked and it made Tony's head hurt just by looking at it.

"Can we just leave him out of this?"

"Whyyyy?" Abby asked with a pout, drawing out the 'y' as if she was child whining for a new toy.

"Because I was trying to come up with a master plan to be able to go get him and have him forever when you called because your stupid workers don't know how to move out of the way of a fucking knife!" Tony sat forward and banged his fists on his desk.

Abby just looked at him, her eyes showing signs of pity.

"I…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped," He took a deep breath and sat back.

"I'm just tired. I want him back. I need him back."

"Then go and get him," Abby stood and winked at Tony.

"Good luck, Tony-boy."

Tony closed his eyes and started to think. Maybe he should just go and get Tim. Just run off with him.

It shouldn't be that difficult, right?

I hope I'm forgiven for the long wait.

Quick question for any remaining readers- how would you guys feel about a character death? I'm not sure who yet, but I figured I'd get your inputs first.

I'd love for everyone to leave a review.

See you next update.