NCIS:
GOING TO LIVE WITH, UNCLE TIM...
DISCLAIIMER: NCIS and characters do not belong to me.
SUMMARY:
This story picks up just a little over four years after the end of...
The Disappearance Of, McGee.
Sarah and Annie are involved in a car accident...Annie seems to be okay, but what about, Sarah?
CHAPTER 4: IT CAN'T BE TRUE...
JUST OUTSIDE ANNIE'S HOSPITAL ROOM...
Tim couldn't believe it and did know how he was going to tell Annie. Her father had been murdered a little over four years ago and now her mother was had died on the operating table.
The doctors had done everything they could, but Sarah died...it couldn't be true.
After a few minutes, Tim and his parents were about to go back into Annie's room.
When Tim saw Gibbs walking toward him with a couple and stopped.
His parents turned around.
Finally, Gibbs reached them.
"I'm Marine Gunnery Sergeant, Devin Walker and this is my wife, Alula. We saw the crash and I called..." Devin began. "I'm glad you did call." Tim told him. "How are they?" Alula asked. "Sarah...didn't make it and my niece, Annie just had a concussion." Tim told the couple and they stood speechless. "Th-thank you for helping." Katrina told the couple.
"Tony and Ziva have taken all of the kids' home with them, because they were getting restless." Gibbs told Tim.
After another minute Tim talking, Gibbs and the couple and his parents walked into the room.
INSIDE ANNIE'S ROOM...
Annie looked up and you could see by the look in her face she knew...
Something was wrong and it was about her mother.
'Where's mommy?' Annie signed.
No one knew how to tell her that her mother was dead and in just a little four years, she had lost both of her parents.
Annie looked around when no one answered, she began to shake her head no and tears started to fall from her eyes.
'Dead? Like my daddy?' Annie signed and Tim almost couldn't tell her, but gave a nod.
Annie broke down and cried harder, Abby stepped to the side as Katrina made her way over to her granddaughter and just held her.
Katrina, William and Annie cried. Tears began to fall down Tim's face and he knew that never again...
Would he be able to talk to her or anything...His little sister, Sarah McGee was dead. Leaving behind eight-year-old Annie.
It seemed impossible that, in just a little over four years...
Annie had lost both of her parents.
He felt arms slip around his waist and knew it was Abby he turned to her then hugged her back.
Through his tears he could barley see, but knew Abby was crying too.
For a long time Tim watched as his father stood next to his mother and his mother was still holding Annie.
Tim's legs felt ready to give out and it was still sinking in...Sarah couldn't be dead.
'A little over four years ago, she had been in hiding and had to be again. Someone had kidnapped her again.'
Tim wanted to believe that, but knew it wasn't true this time...
This time she was really dead.