A/N: Sorry guys. Tried to get this up as soon as I could but Real Life got in the way. A slow weak ahead (hopefully) so next update should be no later than Wed, (hopefully Tuesday since there wont be a new NCIS this week...) but before I forget. Thanks to all the reviewers and lurkers out there!!! I appreciate you all!!

Chapter Four

"Why the long face?"

"Leave me alone."

"Awh come on. I didn't even get to finish the joke."

"Not right now."

"Well, considering how it's not my fault I'm here, I'll just come right out and ask. Why you are mad at me?"

"Because," Tim said, turning to face Tony, "I thought I had finally let you go, gotten on with my life. Bought a house, got married, actually wrote two more books. But now your back here. In my room. And knowing my luck, Natalie will walk in and see me talking to someone who has been AWOL for one thousand nine hundred and sixty seven days."

Tony smirked, working very hard to not laugh, and raised an eyebrow, "And how is that my fault?"

"We've had this conversation before," Tim sat down in his office chair, "I'm going freakin' crazy," Tim rubbed his face

"Naw McGee," Tony laughed, "I don't think you're crazy. You just…well, when you think about me a lot, this is how your mind decides to deal with it. I bet it has something to do with all those RPGs things you do."

Tim rolled his eyes. Even as a imaginary character, Tony could still annoy him, "I don't play those anymore Tony."

The smile on Tony's face slowly morphed into a smirk, "Whatever you say McLiar."

Glaring at the man, Tim quickly changed the direction of the conversation, "Is this about the number I saw in Abby's lab? Is that why I'm seeing you again?"

"Yep."

"Wow. You're a lot more helpful than the last time I just imagined you," Tim said, "I'm not use to direct answers from you."

"No," Tony shook his head, the smile back on his face, "I told you. I only answer questions that you yourself know the answer to. So when you asked-"

"Is the number right Tony?" Tim asked, sobering the mood instantly, "Because if it was…"

"When have you ever known Abby to be wrong McGee?" Tony answered, the smile still on his face but not in his tone, "It's okay to lose track of the days."

"No its not!" McGee yelled, glad that Natalie was at the store and not in the house where she could hear him yelling at thin air, "One thousand nine hundred and sixty seven days is over five years Tony. I never thought…"

Tony quirked an eyebrow, "What McGee? That you still wouldn't know what happened five years later? Or that you would be happy and okay even after five years of not knowing?"

"I stopped," McGee shook his head, "You said…I mean…I didn't stop missing you Tony, I just…I couldn't do both anymore. Looking for you was becoming…destructive. And I stopped."

"Good," Tony said, "I never said that stopping was what caused this. So stop feeling guilty."

Tim sighed, "Gibbs still has the boat in his basement."

"Really?"

Tim nodded, "Yeah. I don't think he can get rid of it. That or he just doesn't know who to give it too."

Tony chuckled at Tim's commented before responding, "I like the name by the way."

Tim let out a bitter laugh, "Yeah well, don't let your ego get to big. It's just a coincidence you were named after a saint."

"Ah yes, but he could have just named it Anthony or Tony," Tony smiled, "But no. He named it Saint Anthony."

"Saint Anthony is the saint for missing things or missing people," Tim said, grimacing, "Pretty tragic isn't it?"

"Huh," Tony seemed surprised to hear that fact, "Didn't know that, Kate would've though. But I don't think it's tragic."

"And why is that?" Tim asked, rubbing his face, already feeling tired, "Your name is Anthony. The Patron Saint for lost items and missing people in Saint Anthony. The boat sitting in Gibbs' basement is called St. Anthony. And the person he named the boat after is missing. You are missing."

"More ironic, if you ask me," Tony said, shrugging, "Besides. If Saint Anthony could find anything, why don't you put the boat into the water and see where it sails?"

"That's not funny Tony," Tim glared, "I'm pretty sure if we couldn't find you, a boat sailing in the ocean won't have much luck."

"True," Tony acquiesced, "I guess you're just going to have to wait and see then."

"Wait and see for what?" Tim raised an eyebrow.

Tony's face lit up in a genuine smile, "Now if I told you that, I'd ruin the surprise."

"You know something I don't?" Tim asked, a feeling of something akin to hope forming in his gut.

As if sensing the other man's emotions, Tony just gave a smaller, but still true, smile, "Come on Timmy. I can't know anything more than you can."

"Tony don't-"

"Tim!"

Tim opened his eyes to Probie panting in his face. He had fallen asleep in his office again and judging by the lack of light streaming in his window, it was still late.

"Yeah?" Tim yelled back groggily, rubbing his face before standing and popping all the kinks out of his back as he walked towards the sound of his wife's voice.

"Come here."

Hearing the slight hysteria in Natalie's tone, Tim hurried to their bedroom, only to find Natalie presumably absent.

"Nat?" Tim called out, wondering if the reason for his wife's hysteria was her recently acquired ability to become invisible.

"In here," a voice ran out slightly to Tim's left.

Pushing his way past Probie who was fervently licking Natalie's hands and arms, Tim knelt down, "Honey what's-"

He stopped however, when his eyes landed on the word in front of him.

"Is that-"

"Yep," Natalie responded, not needing Tim to finish that sentence.

"Are you-"

"More than likely," she said, once again cutting off her husband.

"Does this mean…" this time Tim trailed off, not able to finish the sentence himself.

Natalie leaned over and hugged her flabbergasted husband.

"Welcome to the Daddies club Timothy McGee," Natalie whispered into his ear.

And though Tim would deny it later, would say it was just the last residual effects of sleeping poorly for the last few days, after hearing those words leave his wife's mouth, Tim couldn't do anything else but lean his head against his wife's shoulder and cry.

Because even after five years, almost six, of Tony being gone, the first person that he had wanted to call with the news hadn't been Gibbs, Abby, Wilson or even Ziva.

And maybe if you're lucky Probie, after you jump off the cliff, someone might just follow you right over.

I hear you, McGee thought as he smiled and kissed his beautiful wife, Hear you loud and clear Tony.

A/N2: What do you think of Gibbs' boat's name? Love it hate it? What about the chapter? I love hearing from you guys. :)