A/N: Well folks, I figured I'd finish this baby off soon. Before I end up not updating the ending for another six months or so! Here it is, hope you all enjoy this conclusion to Destiny. I've got friends bugging me for a sequel. Personally, I think it's a little too soon to be talking about a sequel to a fic half the internet doesn't even know exists, and three quarters don't even feel like reading. But, I'll let you all decide that. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Nothing's changed. NCIS characters still belong to whoever produces that show, Jericho is Atari's, Nick Collins belongs to Team Soho but I doubt even they remember which one of their games he's from.

- Chapter 9 -

The George Washington University Hospital housed Special Agent Timothy McGee. Who, at the moment, was the most honored and famed name in federal and naval law-enforcement. Public news stations everywhere were covering his brave story. The downfall of tyrannical criminal Jericho, the kidnapping and rescue of the woman in his life, and the teamwork in the retrieval of over forty sports and luxury cars. Needless to say, Tim McGee felt pretty happy with himself.

See, Timothy had escaped almost certain death. In what was nothing short of a western draw shootout, Tim had proven his mettle for once and for all.

- Flashback -

As they turned their backs to him, he growled, and reached for an inner pocket in his trenchcoat. Withdrawing a COP .357 magnum derringer, her raised it up at McGee.

"Mistake..." He murmured.

McGee turned in place, he saw Jericho's derringer and levelled his Israili Military Industries with the man's head. The two men both got their targets, and the destined blast of their pistols at the same moment shook the earth.

The bullet from Jericho's derringer rocketed forward out of one of the four barrels in his powerful weapon, and tore the flesh in Tim's left arm, fracturing the bone inside.

But McGee's eagle eyes sent a bullet of his own blasting through the air. The single round struck Jericho square in the chest, piercing his blackened heart.

At that moment, Jericho died instantly. Tim fell back against the part of the wall beside the door, wrapping his fingers around the now very bloody wound. Kate huddled up beside him, easing him to the floor, calling for help as he fell unconcious.

- End Flashback -

When Tim awoke, he was alone in a tiny cramped room with an open window. Chilled brisk air blew in, soothing McGee's sore muscles, and distracting him from the absolutely disgusting color scheme in the walls.

It was not long before the door opened, and Tim expected to see another doctor coming to poke him with more needles. Instead, he was met with... a more pleasant surprise.

"Hey Nick..." Tim groaned, turning his head to face the man.

"Hey Timo- Tim... how you holding up?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I hear you did a really good job back at the depo. Congrats mate."

Tim grinned weakly. "Thanks, but come on. It's a victory for us both. You, and me... mate. Jericho's gone, he's not going to be killing or stealing any more."

Nick nodded, and his mouth slowly transformed itself to a broad smile. "You're right." He found himself standing at McGee's bedside. He gave him a soft tap on the good arm with his fist. "You did good Tim."

"Thanks." McGee replied.

Nick looked ready to leave, but stopped. Looking down at the fabric of McGee's bed, he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out for few seconds. "You know, word on the street is, Jericho had a sockpile of stolen cars he was looking to offload. Some say it's worth more than a million dollars.

McGee chuckled. "Oh really?

"Yeah mate. Someone could make a real name for himself if he found it." Nick said, with heightened eyebrows. "Well, I'll see you around." He started for the door,

"Hey 'Slick Nick'!"

The man turned, and raised his eyebrows in query.

McGee smirked. "Don't be a stranger mate."

Collins returned the smirk, and gave small salute-type gesture. "See ya' around?"

"Definately."

Nick finally left, disappearing from the room. The door slowly swung shut, but was stopped mid-way and re-opened.

"Kate!"

The woman came in from the operating room and wrapped her arms around the injured man. It hurt his arm, sure, but he really didn't care. After the whole ordeal, he was glad to have her back. "Hey Tim!"

He looked up at her, the same lovable, silly grin on his face. He strained to sit up and face her eye-to-eye, but fell back downward. "I can't believe you're alright."

"Hey, I told you everything would be fine didn't I?" She smiled, and claimed the seat at his bedside. "How's the arm?"

He shrugged. "Most times, it either hurts like hell, or I can't feel it at all." He replied. "Is Gibbs buying the story?"

She nodded. "He's definately siding with you for now, but he also said that after you get out of the hospital and on your feet, you're a dead man." She said.

He smirked. "To hell with him and my 'being a dead man'. I've got you. That's plenty good enough for me."

She smiled, placing a hand on his. She gave it a gentle squeeze of re-assurance.

And they spent the rest of the day, the rest of the night, talking... hugging... just being with each other. It was sure as hell good enough for him.

Plenty good enough for him...

- End of Story -

A/N: And so, that's where we end our story. I hope you all found the time you spent reading this not wasteful, but somewhat enjoyable. You probably won't see a sequel anytime soon, if ever, but that doesn't mean I won't upload more stories. So if for some odd reason you liked this, check up every now and then. You never know what kind of crap I'll have out. So... with that said... stop reading and review!