NCIS:
PRANKS AND ACCIDENTS...
DISCLAIMER:
NCIS and characters do not belong to me.
SUMMARY:
Abby has a practical joke for Tim, he gets back at her and then as she comes into the sqaudroom. Tim recieves a phone call and has to leave.
CHAPTER 7: THREE WEEKS LATER...
ABBY'S P.O.V.
THREE WEEKS LATER...
TIM'S APARTMENT...
It has now been three weeks since the accident and Sarah remains in a coma.
Though Sarah had been in a coma, I had stood beside Tim the day of his parent's funeral.
We were hardly ever apart since Tim found out about his parents and sister being in the accident.
After taking a few days off to be beside Tim, I had returned to work part time. NCIS had brought someone in to do the work when I wasn't here.
Every day I would check their work and then continue with what I had to do. I was becoming very tired and trying to act like my normal self.
The Caf-Pows kept me awake; it was becoming a little stressful.
Because I would work...
Go home...
Take a shower, get dressed...
Then I would go force Tim to leave Sarah's side.
He had told Director Vance that he though he loved NCIS and his job there, his sister needed him more right now and NCIS could fire him if they wanted to. The day he would return to work, is the day Sarah woke up and he knew she would be okay.
It had now become a habit since the day that I would pry him away from Sarah's side. I would take back to his apartment and then stay...
While he took a shower and changed his clothes...
As soon as he was done, he wanted to return to Sarah's side.
At first, we had argued about it, but I told him it would do no good to argue with me. I had actually been staying at his apartment to keep him away at night, so he could get some rest.
I knew when Sarah woke up and was released from the hospital; I would have to go back to my apartment.
At first, I had missed going home at night, but now the idea of going back to my apartment made me a little sad. I had gotten used to staying with Tim.
I was now once again lying beside him and watching him sleep.
TIM'S P.O.V.
Since the accident, I had tried to go to work, but couldn't think of anything...except my sister.
After a few days of that, I gave up and returned to her side, until Abby had begun to come and drag me away.
At first, I had argued with her about it. I wanted to be there in case something happened.
Abby told me it was no good to argue and would force me to go home at night, and then she would stay with me.
It was odd, Abby had been living in my apartment for the past month and it was just...I guess, a comfort she was there.
I knew once this was over and Sarah woke up, she would go back to her apartment. Things would go back to the way they had been...
Just best friends at work and nothing more.
I loved her and I was waiting for Sarah to wake up, before I could tell her. The thought of Abby going back to her apartment and things going back to the way they had been...made me a little sad.
Though we had been sleeping the same bed for a month, it was not like when we were dating.
A thought ran through my mind and I almost laughed...
'We're adults, McGee. We can share the same bed.'
I lost count of how many times she had said that and she was right. It was becoming a normal thing that she would...
Pick me up at the hospital...
Bring me home...
Make sure I took a shower, changed clothes, ate something...
Then after hours of just talking, listening to music or watching movies...
We would get in my bed and just sleep...Nothing else.
I loved waking up next to her and holding her at night.
I never wanted it to end, but knew it would eventually.
THE HOSPITAL...
SARAH'S ROOM...
Today Abby had shown up to take me home and something happened. I didn't notice at first and then for the first time since the accident, my parent's deaths and Sarah being in a coma...I smiled.
She had moved her hand just a little, but the doctors told me it was involuntarily. I took her hand as Abby stood beside me.
"Come on, Sarah. Open your eyes...wake up." I commanded, but she didn't open her eyes and I was on my way out the door.
I heard something, froze and turned back. Abby looked back at me her hand in mine, when she felt me stop.
Then I heard it again, a little louder this time.
"Go get a doctor." I whispered to Abby, and then I ran back to Sarah's side.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, but it was a look, I didn't like.
Confused and like...
"Who are you?" Sarah asked and I felt my heart drop.
"I'm Tim, I'm your brother and you are, Sarah McGee." I told her.
She didn't know who I was, she didn't know our parents were dead and that the funeral had been three weeks ago.
'How could this happen? First, my parents died and now my sister didn't know who I was. How was I going to tell her about our parents when she asked? Because I knew she would eventually.'
"What happened?" She asked, and then I noticed the doctor and Sarah looked so scared.
I didn't know what to do, I felt Abby slide her arm through mine and looked at her.
ABBY'S P.O.V.
Tim stood there and I could read his face...
"What's wrong?" I asked wanting him to tell me.
"Sarah, d-doesn't know who I am." Tim told me.
I slid my arm out of his and wrapped both my arms around his waist giving him a hug. He put an arm around me.
It was almost like there was an...Us, between Tim and I again. We hadn't discussed it; it seemed to be an unspoken agreement, which we would discuss when the time was right.
Soon the doctors had checked Sarah over and except for her memory; she seemed fine.
It was a couple of hours later, after the doctors had run a few tests and then they told us. Only time would tell when Sarah got her memory back.
So instead of leaving when I showed up to take Tim home, we stayed. We had just stepped up to Sarah's bedside again and it was the first time she knew I was there.
"Who are you?" Sarah asked me.
"I'm Abby Sciuto; I work at NCIS with T..." I began.
"NCIS? That sounds familiar." She said.
"It stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service." Tim told her.
"I've been there before haven't I?" Sarah asked.
"Yes, but it's been a while." Tim said.
"If I was there at NCIS and NCIS catches criminals, am I a criminal?" Sarah asked.
"No, you..." Tim began.
"Hey, Tim, I've got to go make a phone call." I told him, then letting go of his hand and not thinking of what I was doing...
I did something that I never thought I would to again...
I kissed him on the cheek before walking out the door and I remembered that day a month ago, when he had kissed me on the cheek a little longer then he should have.
'Were we starting something again and not realizing it? Would we end up breaking rule twelve and get back together?'
There was a part of me that wanted that more then anything. When I kissed him on the cheek, it had felt right.
The last three weeks I had been living more at his apartment then mine.
OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL...
I needed some air, so I stepped outside the hospital and pulled out my phone. Then waited for the answer, I knew though it was evening they would be in the squad room.
The three of them had been working harder, since Tim had been staying at his sister's side.
"Hey, Gibbs, I came to pick up Tim tonight and something happened when we were about to leave...Sarah woke up...she has amnesia...no, not even Tim..." I said and after talking a few more minutes, I hung up.
I made my way back to Tim and Sarah. I heard her say something, just before I walked back in the room.
"Are you dating, Abby?" Sarah asked.
"No." Tim began.
"Then why did she kiss you before she left the room?" Sarah asked.
"Abby and I dated years ago, but it didn't work out, okay? You always tell..." Tim began.
"What? What do I always tell you?" Sarah asked and I could in her voice she was begging for an answer to who she was.
"You're always telling me not to but into your life so much." Tim told her.
"Maybe, but right now...I don't know anything." Sarah replied.
"I know." Tim said and I could hear the sadness.
I was about to leave and go wait for Tim down the hall when I heard something that made me stop, something that I had been wondering myself.
"If you two are not dating, then what is going on with you two?" Sarah asked. From where I was standing, I could see Tim beginning to turn a little red.
"Nothing...our boss, has a rule...Rule twelve: Never date a co-worker." I heard Tim say and I heard Sarah laugh.
"You just told me you dated years ago, but it didn't work out. It seems to me that your boss must not be a n..." Sarah began.
"Gibbs is a nice guy." Tim told her defending Gibbs.
"It sounds like you broke this rule years ago to be together. What's stopping you now? I can see how much you two like each other." Sarah told him.
"A lot has happen in the past three weeks and she's just been there for me." Tim told Sarah.
"You didn't answer my question. You two met at work right?" Sarah asked and I knew she would have put that together.
"Yeah, we didn't meet in person until after a case, when we went to lunch." Tim said.
"So what has changed from the day you met her, the day you two broke up and now?" Sarah asked.
"Why are you so curious?" I heard Tim ask and almost laughed aloud.
"It just seems to me that you two look like you're more then co-workers or friends." Sarah told him.
"Can we change the subject?" Tim asked.
It was then I walked down the hall.