Alright here's chapter 4. I hope youguys are liking this story and please review.
McGee decided he would respond to Tony's e-mail later. He instead went out to the closest bar he could find and had gotten pleasantly buzzed. McGee didn't pay attention to the people around him, smiling and having a good time, or nursing broken hearts as he was.
He had figured out that the best way to get rid of his nightmares was to drink until he passed out. It didn't work all the time and every time his remedy failed he would wake up in a cold sweat.
Kate and Director Shepard were the two people he saw often in his nightmares. Staring at him accusingly as he pleaded with them to tell him what they wanted him to do. They never just stared until they faded away, but their eyes burning into his soul.
He knew why they were haunting him. Because when it came down to it, it was his fault that they were dead. If he hadn't ducked behind the car when the terrorists had shot at him, Ari would have killed him and left Kate to live. If he had gotten the GPS on Director Shepard's phone faster, Tony and Ziva could have gotten to her in time. It was his fault and they knew it.
Sometimes he saw his mother, and he would wake up crying.
McGee sat down in his chair in front of his computers and began to type. He needed to vent and it was too late at night to call and wake up Sarah or his father. He knew he was drunk and probably wouldn't make sense in his e-mail to Tony, but he didn't very much care.
'Hey Tony, I know I've been a complete and uttr asshole to Abby. I promise I'll at least tell her I'm alive. Other tha that I have no idea what I'll say. Shell try and convince me to come back and I can't do that. But if there's anyone that could make me do it, it's her.
The metaphorical finger to Vance was bitteswet at best. It would have been better if I'd actually told him to go fuck hisself. But you gota pick your battles and if Gibbs gets us all back, Vance is going to make my life fucking hell as is.
New York is okay so far, and you're not the only one to tell me about the whole Law and Order thing either. Despte what everyone think I can take care of my damn self. I know this email isn't making much sense but I'm drunk as hell.
Hope Gibbs gets you off that boat or ship whatever the hell it is and Ziva back from Iseal. Be safe.'
-Probie-
He hit the send button and then stumbled off to bed, hoping the gods would have mercy on him. He prayed he wouldn't see their faces.
2 months, 15 days, 7 hours, 26 minutes
Abby was micro waving a bowl of tomato soup when her pone began to ring. She ran to the living room and picked it up without looking at the Caller I.D.
"McGee?" she asked excitedly.
"Yea, but not the one you were hoping to hear from I assume," a female voice said over the line.
"Sarah?" Abby asked, surprised to hear from Tim's sister.
"Yea sorry, I hope you're not busy or anything," Sarah replied.
"No, no it's fine," Abby said in earnest.
"I'm calling to talk about my idiot brother, I told him to call you, but knowing him, he's finding reasons not to."
"no he hasn't called or e-mailed me, but it's ok ya know, cause it's been a few days and he probably needs time to get settled in and figure out the city," Abby tired to reason.
"Abby, Tim spent an entire summer in New York during college, he knows his way around the city well enough," Sarah said, hating to burst the other woman's bubble of hope.
"He never told me he spent a summer in New York," Abby said softly, wondering what else McGee hadn't told her.
"Unfortunately he hasn't told you a whole lot about himself at all," Sarah replied. "Tim's being stupid, once my big bro has his mind set on something he's not going to let anyone change his mind but himself. He'll come around eventually, but it might take time."
"Have you talked to him lately; has he said anything about me?" Abby asked.
"I talked to him a few days ago, I tried to ask him how he felt about leaving you behind by yourself but he didn't want to talk about it at all. He hasn't gotten a new job, he's decided he's going to be a full time writer now," the younger woman explained.
Abby smiled and looked over at her bookcase where all of McGee's books were stored. "Another Deep Six?" she asked.
"No, he said he's done with Deep Six he's working on something completely different now," she said and Abby felt her heart drop. McGee was done with the books he had based on all of them. He was done with them.
"He seems to be doing alright Abby, and he won't be able to keep himself from speaking to you for much longer," Sarah said reassuringly.
"And what if he decides he doesn't want to talk to me ever again?" Abby said, the despair evident in her voice.
"The I suggest you buy a ticket to New York and ask him what the hell his problem is in person, just remember to call me so I can give you his address," Sarah said and Abby couldn't help but laugh.
"Thanks Sarah," she said.
"No problem, if you need someone to talk to, feel free to call me, after all I owe you for keeping me out of jail," the younger woman said.
"I will, thanks again Sarah."
"Bye Abby."
"Bye Sarah."
Yes I know I misspelt a lot of things in McGee's email to Tony but it was on purpose seeing as how he's drunk. So I hope you guys liked it and chapter 5 will be up soon and will introduce a new character and you get to learn a little more about the Tim McGee I'm creating. I hope you like my interpretation of him.
