Rated M content, ish. It's not detailed, but yeah. Anyway, here's the chapter.

Ding Dong!

The doorbell pierced through the morning air. I sighed and began to sit up, feeling a dull pain creeping back in my abdomen and chest. Taking a deep breath, I stood up, having to hold onto the night stand.

Taking a deep breath, I began walking towards the front door.

Opening it slowly, I smiled as I saw Charlotte looking up at me with her bright green eyes.

"Hi Charlotte." I said softly. I felt like I barely had energy to speak.

"You okay, Timmy?" I smiled when she called me Timmy. I liked it when she said my name like that.

"'M fine, Char.." I couldn't seem to finish her name. I felt too weak. She smiled at the nickname I had accidentally gave her.

"You don't look fine, Timmy." She stared up at me with those gorgeous green eyes of hers. "You look..."

"Pale, I know. I heard." I sighed.

"Yellow."

Okay, that was new.

I chuckled softly. "Did I hear you correctly, or did you just say I looked...yellow?"

She smiled, "Seriously, Timmy."

My stomach fluttered. I loved how she said my name.

Why am I falling so hard for her and I barely know her?

"Why don't I come in and nurse you back to health." She gave a small wink, and I smiled bigger. Taking a small step backwards, I gave her enough room to come in. But, by now, it seemed like I was holding onto the door for dear life.

I felt so weak.

I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder, then a kiss on my cheek.

Wait, what? Did she just-

I blushed, then smiled. Opening my eyes, which I didn't even realize were clothes, I looked into her sparkling green eyes.

"How 'bout you sit down. Have you eaten?"

A sigh escaped my lips as I struggled to sit on the couch. "Not yet." I said, but I wasn't even thinking about food. I just wasn't hungry.

"Well, I'll cook some breakfast for you, Timmy. Eggs sounds fine with you?"

I smiled, "Yeah."

The next few minutes went by quickly, mainly because I had apparently fallen asleep. I woke up with the smell of scrambled eggs and toast. They didn't seem appealing still.

I must really be sick.

"Here, eat." She said as she slowly handed the plate to me. I smiled at her. She had bright pink lipstick on that illuminated her white smile.

"Mmm, thanks." I sounded drunk, and I knew it. But, I couldn't tell if it was from being so sick or for feeling like I've fallen deeply in love with her.

Which is stupid. I've just met her.

She sat on the couch next to me, and after several bites later I placed the plate down on the coffee table.

"Didn't like it?" She sounded hurt.

"No, don't worry. It was good. I'm just not hungry." I gave her a small smile, and she gave one in return.

We sat there in silence for a moment, then she crawled closer, and next thing I knew, our lips met.

I pulled her closer and kissed her deeper.

I stopped suddenly, and she looked at me with worried eyes. "Sorry, I don't want to get you sick." I pulled a strand of her wavy red hair back and slowly moved my hand over her rosy, soft cheeks.

Her beautiful, soft, rosy cheeks.

She smiled then moaned, "I don't mind. I just want you."

And I couldn't resist. I wanted her too.

I pulled her in closer, feeling her warm, wet lips. I moaned as she caressed her hands over my chest.

I could feel the dull pain edging back in my abdomen, suddenly erupting in a full-force stabbing pain. I let out a soft groan. "Oh my god, Timmy! Are you okay?"

"'mm Fine." I slurred through the pain that covered me like a blanket. I felt dizzy and light headed. Her voice was beginning to fade in and out.

"Should I call 911?" Came her worried voice.

"No! No.." i trailed off again, grimacing in pain. "It'll...it'll pass."

I tried breathing through the pain, taking deep breathes, but I couldn't help but feel like I just couldn't get enough air.

"Ah..." I groaned in pain louder, and I could see Charlotte place a hand over my forehead. "You're burning up." She stated, but her voice began fading in and out again.

I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and tried focusing on something else. Anything else but the pain that erupted throughout my entire body.

"Timmy..."

Dizzy. I felt so dizzy.

"You happy now?!" Came a scream. Charlotte's scream.

I tried opening my eyes, but could only see blurry figures.

More than one figure. Two people. Fighting.

Was I dreaming?

"Char..." I tried to say. It only came out as a whisper.

Pain. So much pain.

Maybe the hospital isn't such a bad idea.

"Don't!" Charlotte again. What was happening?

Sweaty. Dizzy. Shaking. I felt hot and cold at the same time. Pain. Chest, Abdomen, back, head...it was too much.

I opened my eyes again.

"9..1.." I was struggling to breathe. Come on, McGee. Breathe!

Another scream. Louder this time. Piercing through the thin air.

Was Charlotte in trouble?

A black, blurry figure. A shiny object laid in their hand.

A gunshot. So much pain.

Did I get shot? Did Charlotte?

The figure turned and walked away. I felt myself breathing heavily.

Need to get up, McGee. Need to call Gibbs.

I felt myself rolling off the couch, hitting the floor hard. I groaned in pain, and again tried to open my eyes. Again, not remembering when I closed them.

The phone was on the coffee table.

I tried reaching out, but it felt like my arm weighed a ton.

Just a little bit...closer.

I felt the tiny object in my hands, and began tracing my fingers over the numbers. It was hard to see which numbers were which, but soon I was able to speed dial Gibbs.

"Gibbs." The voice faded in and out, and I was pretty sure he said his name a couple times.

"B'ss..." I trailed off, feeling out of breath. Breathe. Breathe!

"McGee!" It was hard to tell if the voice was in the phone, in the apartment, or in my head.

I needed to tell them about the gunshot.

"Gun.." Was all I managed to say, until darkness devoured me.

Cliff hanger, sort of. I think I like Charlotte. I might keep her. -Evil grin.-