Hey everybody. Here's chapter 2. I hope you guys like it. Please review. Also if any of you guys live in New York City and I got something wrong about where McGee is living then please tell me. I don't live in NY or have ever been their unfortunately so I'm just going what I've gotten off of maps and pictures.


2 months, 5 days, 3 hours, 23 minutes.

There was nothing left. She had raced over to McGee's apartment after work, hoping to talk him out of leaving. But when she unlocked the door with the key he had given her so long ago, everything was gone.

Abby realized that he must have found a place in New York and had all his things moved there to his new apartment before he even went in that morning to announce that he was quitting.

Now she was sitting in McGee's empty apartment at 3 in the morning. She had tried calling him but he wouldn't answer and she didn't leave any messages. Abby didn't know what to say anyway. Looking around she smiled as she mentally put McGee's things back where they belonged. It was all there in her head, but Tim wasn't.

She opened her eyes as she heard the doorknob turn and jumping up she hoped that it would be McGee. "Abbs?"

Her face crumpled as she saw Gibbs step through the door and look at her, his face written with fatherly concern. "Tim…he's, um, he's gone Gibbs…" she trailed off as she looked around and saw that her mental image of the room was gone.

"I know Abby," Gibbs replied softly.

"It's not fair Gibbs!" Abby said angrily as she stomped her foot on the floor. She knew she was acting like a child, but it wasn't fair and she was sick of crying. "Why did this have to happen to us, why did they all have to leave?"

"I don't know Abby, I really don't," Gibbs said as he walked over to her. "But I swear I'll get them all back."

Abby nodded and hugged Gibbs tightly. "I miss him Gibbs, I miss all of them."

Gibbs tightened the hug and she knew that meant that he did too.


She had called him three times since he had left. He didn't answer the phone; just let it go right to voice mail, though she didn't leave any. He supposed it was best that he didn't answer; he wouldn't know what to say anyway.

He knew it was going to be weird, living in a new place and not going into work every morning. McGee had decided the moment he had gotten his new apartment that he wasn't going to get another job. He was strictly a writer now, not a federal agent working with the best group of people he had ever had the pleasure to meet.

It would be weird, but he would get used to it. He would have to, and maybe after a while it would get easier to cope. Tim sighed as he looked around at his new loft apartment. It was a hell of a lot larger than his apartment he had in DC, meaning he actually had room for a couch now.

Extra space wasn't making him happier though. Tim walked over to the large windows that led out to the fire escape and sat down on the wide sill. He looked out at his new neighborhood, 2nd Avenue smack dab in the middle of East Village, Manhattan.

McGee sighed and leaned his head against the cool glass. He silently wondered if he would ever see Ziva or Tony again, if everyone would forget each other after so long. It was 3 in the morning and he watched people walking down on the street below and cars and taxis heading in one direction, towards downtown. There were so many people on one island and more than enough to do for more than one lifetime. No wonder New York City never slept.

His cell phone began to ring and he sighed, wondering if he should answer and talk to Abby finally. No, not Abby, it was Sarah.

"Hey," he answered.

"How's New York?" she asked.

"Busy," he replied as he ran his hand through his hair.

"I figured, just wanted to call and make sure my big bro hadn't been killed yet," Sarah said with a hint of amusement.

"Sarah I know how to take care of myself," he said indignantly.

"Yea well, I watch Law and Order, I know how things go on there," she said.

"I'm sure you do, TV's rotting your brain," Tim said, wondering what Sarah was really doing calling him so early.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I could ask the same of you," she replied.

Tim replied softly "Touché."

"You ok?" she asked.

"Yea just tired and…I don't know," Tim sighed.

"Maybe you should write," she said, knowing that was the way he dealt with things.

"I don't even know where I'd start."

"The beginning is usually the place you start at," she said, trying to cheer him up.

He chuckled, "I hope you're taking good care of the Porsche?"

"I was wondering how long it would take you to get to that, it's only been half a day since you let me have it and you're so sure I've ruined your baby," Sarah said and he could almost hear her eyes rolling.

"Brat," he mumbled.

"Wuss," she shot back.

He was quite, too tired to continue their name calling. Sarah sighed "Have you talked to Abby yet?"

"And say what?" he shot back.

"Just talk to her you big lug, you were her friend and with your other team mates gone and now you in New York she's probably feeling like crap," Sarah said, wondering why her brother was avoiding Abby in the first place.

"I gotta go Sarah," he said.

"Cheer up Tim, you're in one of the best cities in the world, try and have fun," Sarah said.

"Goodbye, Sarah."

"Bye Tim."

McGee got off the window sill and walked over to his typewriter and sat down. Sarah was right; he needed to do something to help him deal with this cluster fuck.

Deep Six: Point Blank

By Thom E. Gemcity

He stared at the title, at his pen name and Tony's insults about his writers block came into his mind. Tim couldn't help but smile, he couldn't believe he was missing Tony's teasing, he really was losing it.

Grabbing the sheet of paper he crumpled it up and shredded it. He stared at a new blank page and wondered what to do. How was he supposed to write another Deep Six? How could he use the same characters that were, in truth, his friends on the page?

"Shit," he mumbled. Tim got up and walked over to the fridge and grabbed two beers. He didn't usually drink when he was writing, but he decided that if he was living in a new city, starting a new life, might as well try a new way of writing.

The page stayed blank through his first two beers, and through his third. By his fourth his hands moved of their own accord and quickly typed out something new. Tim stared at the page and smiled. He had found his new project, the thing that would take his mind off of Abby, Tony, Gibbs, Ziva, everyone. For a little while at least.

Our Last Year on Earth

By Timothy McGee


Hope you guys liked it. And if anyone is interested, the title of McGee's new book is actually a line from the song "Seasons of Love B" which is from the musical 'RENT'.