I'm back! (evil smile ..tee he)

Okay chapter TWO! I still don't own NCIS ….

oh and this is a shorter chapter......

The amount of pain that ripped through Tim's body was excruciating he could not even concentrate and determine were it all the pain came from. The only thing Tim was sure of was that his arms .. something serious was wrong with them not only could he not feel them or move them , but they also felt oddly sticky and wet. The only thing that came to his mind when he thought abut how in the world any of this could happen was package explosion and nothing else more.. he couldn't even understand how he had wond up on the floor in pain, his head was so fuzzy. He couldn't think very coherently and the only thought Tim could bring to his mind is that he had to get help ..maybe call Gibbs. If only he could move his arms or get up or stay conscious. Oh well Tim thought as his eyes fell and sweet sweet darkness over took him....

"Um.. what are we going to tell Gibbs?" Tony said as he got out of the car and sauntered in the direction of the crime scene.

"That McGee's phone has been disconnected and someone should go over and check on him." Ziva replied stiffly as to not give away any emotions. Though she did seem a little weak in her step as she followed Tony towards the crime scene.

"Check on Magoo? .. Why he's just late and I thought we established that he dropped his phone in the toilet?" Tony replied with a teasing tone, although his gut twinged as he spoke.

"Because," she replied as the stepped under the yellow police tape,"McGee is never late! He always answers his phone! And Gibbs will have our necks if we try to pass off the, he dropped his phone in the toilet and that's why he's not at the crime scene bit!" Ziva yelled her voice growing louder and louder.

Wack! .. ow Boss what was that for?" Tony said rubbing the back of his head which Gibbs had just slapped.

"For making Ziva yell and for not calling McGee and letting him know were we are.. he's not here yet." Gibbs replied not hearing what their argument was about. "Now both of you get to work."

"Um about McGee...um"

"Out with it Tony" Gibbs said a slite hint of annoyance towards Tony.

"Well you see his phone has been disconnected.. and well.." Tony trailed off averting his Boss's gaze.

Wack! "Well go check on him!" Gibbs replied slapping Tony once more. "unless you have a theory that doesn't involve a toilet."

"Um well," Tony replied wincing from his blow to the head, "McGee did sound sick when I called ...maybe he's just sick." He said hesentativly wondering just how much he had herd of his and Ziva's conversation.

"Well take Ducky in case he really is sick if not you'll just be picking him up." Gibbs said with a little jest.

"Alright.."

Knock Knock Knock "Probie oh Probie!" Tony yelled as he knocked on Tim's door, as he stood outside figiting trying not to think about the wary feeling in his gut or Ducky standing behind him expectingly. "Oh well he's not answering time to go."

"Hold on one minute my young friend I know you can get into young Timothy's home and I am sure Jethro would not appreciate you not trying" Ducky said waving his figure scoldingly.

"Okay okay." Tony said defensively as he picked the door lock swinging the door gracefully open. "After you Sir Ducky."

"Well now that is more like it." Ducky said as he stepped through the door followed by Tony.

"Well looks like no one's home so le-"

"Do you smell that?" Ducky said cutting Tony off.

The distinct smell of something burning filled Tony's sense along with the unmistakable smell of copper, both of which seemed to be coming from the kitchen."Oh No" Tony thought desperately as nether one of the smells forebode well for his dear Probie. Tony ran towards the kitchen praying silently that McGee was okay.

"McGee!" Tony shouted as he saw the scene before him. "oh god oh god probie!" Tony whispered as he knelt down next to Tim trying to take in the scene before him. The kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off in it and in all actuality that's probole what happened. Tim himself looked horrible, he laid face down on the floor blood pooling underneath him. His arms were burned severely and they were rittled with debre in bedded in them. Even his neck had some burns and many cuts were spread about his whole body.

"Come on McGee come on wake up!" Tony sobbed as he tried desperately to help his friend, silently relieve at the feeling of a pulse.

"Oh my." Came the voice of Ducky somewhere behind Tony. "Tony best if you call the police and Jethro I shall try my best to attended to young Timothy." his voiced strand underneath emotional pressure.

Tony could not help but look at Tim's bloody form as he flipped out his phone and dial 911. And at the same time he could not help but feel guilty thinking perhaps this is all my fault He hoped with all his being that McGee would be okay, but as he looked a Tim's unmoving form he could help but think that Tim would never be the same again.

Okay its a cliff hanger!... oh I know I'm sorry. But if you R&R I'll post the next chapter....

-ER