WOW! Thanks for the feedback, everyone! I definitely didn't expect all this! Thank you SO much to each and every one of you. Here is Chapter Two.

Title: pRoBiE

Summary: When Tony and Tim's life takes a sudden turn, it's up to Tony to be there and help keep the pieces together.

Rating: T

Genre: Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Romance

Characters (Main): Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo and Timothy "Tim" McGee

Characters (Secondary; To Come): LJ Gibbs, Ziva David, Abby Sciuto, Donald "Ducky" Mallard, and Jimmy Palmer

Warning: DISABILITY STORY!

pRoBiE

Every morning at six AM, Tony DiNozzo got up to prepare for the day. Most days were good. Other days, Tim would wake up in a bad mood. And that made for a very long day. Tony was hoping Tim would be alright this morning.

Every morning, Tony set the coffee for himself, got his clothes out for the day whether he was working or not (he had recently taken some time off to care for Tim until he knew what exactly to do in order to balance both work and him), and got out choices for breakfast for Tim onto the kitchen counter. Every morning was the same. Weekday and weekend.

Opening Tim's bedroom door softly, Tony flipped on the light. Tim stirred, whining slightly in his sleep and burying his face in the pillow to hide from the sudden light. Smiling a little, Tony went over to his bed and took down one of the mesh bed bars he'd bought and slid it under the bed for later. He didn't want to risk Tim getting hurt by one of his night flailings. Not like last time.

Sitting down gently on the side of the bed, Tony reached over and put a soft hand on Tim's back. "Time to wake up," he spoke softly, rubbing Tim's back.

Tim whined and curled up in a ball. Tony had learned that patience was key. If he wanted to get Tim to do what he wanted, he had to wait. It was just that simple.

"Don't you want breakfast?" Tony gently coaxed, getting up. He went over to Tim's dresser and smiled when he saw the younger man get up and rub his eye. His hair was a cute mess and he yawned, nose crinkling up. It reminded Tony of the old Tim he used to be able to love openly.

"Hungry," Tim yawned again, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

Tony nodded and smiled, taking out clothes for Tim. "Want to get dressed first?" He walked back over to the bed and set the clothes down on the nightstand.

Tim nodded, having his fingers laced together and rocking on his feet back and forth. He was looking spacingly at nothing and moving his hands up and down with his fingers still laced. Tony was used to this routine and waited patiently. If Tim didn't stop in five minutes, he would intervene.

When Tim kept on for six minutes, Tony leaned over and stroked his fingers on Tim's cheek. "Timmy? Hey."

"Hmm?" Tim hummed looking at Tony.

Smiling in reassurrance, Tony picked up Tim's clothes. "Get dressed and then we eat?"

Tim nodded and tugged on his shirt trying to get it off. Tony waited patiently. If Tim wanted help, he would ask for it. It might take a little time, but he would ask and Tony would help. Unless, of course Tim pitched a fit.

After a couple minutes, Tim looked at Tony and dropped his arms. "Can't...can't get-I can't-I can't-"

"It's okay, it's okay," Tony took Tim's hands gently. "Don't worry. Do you want help?"

Tim rocked a little faster and pulled on his fingers, looking around frantically. "I can't-I can't I-Tim...Tony...I can't...no...no...dress..." He put his hands over his ears and squeezed his eyes shut.

Tony knew that Tim's head was starting to hurt him the more he got frantic and upset. Gently, he placed his hands over Tim's and pulled them away from his ears. "Hey. It's alright, calm down before you get a headache, okay? It's okay. I'll help you."

Tim slowed down his rocking and lowered his hands. His breathing slowed and he looked more focused. "Help...Tony help."

"Yes, Tony help," Tony smiled and pulled off Tim's shirt slowly, his mind wandering off.

"Tony!" Tim giggled happily as Tony kissed the younger man's neck, pulling off his shirt. Tim wrapped his arms around Tony's neck, running his fingers through the agent's hair. He turned his head to meet Tony's lips in a soft, deep kiss.

Tony wrapped his arms around Tim's waist and laid him down onto the bed, playig a friendly toungue battle game. Tony loved these intimate times with his boyfriend. It gave him the chance to show Tim just how much he loved him.

Tim smiled against the kissing and slowly ran his hands up and down Tony's strong arms. Pulling back from the kiss, he smiled up at Tony lovingly.

"I love you," Tony placed his forehead against Tim's and kissed his lips softly.

"I love you, too," Tim smiled happily, stroking the older man's cheek affectionately.

Tony leaned his head over and kissed Tim's fingers with a smile. "Don't ever change. Not for me, not for anyone. Always be you. I love you. And I always will."

Jay