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 12: TAKING CARE OF, SARAH & MEMORIES...
TIM'S P.O.V.
After I got my stuff, Sarah and I walked to my car. Once in the car and on our way back to my apartment, I looked over to find her staring out the window.
I knew she was still trying to process what happened.
TIM'S APARTMENT...
It didn't take long and once we got inside, I saw her go lay down on the bed and then I heard her begin to sob again.
It hurt to hear my little sister cry so much and then without a thought...
I walked in and pulled her up, putting my arms around her. She just leaned against me and cried for a while longer. Then after a little bit I realized that her sobs had stopped, when I looked down she was asleep.
I laid her down, covered up her and then just sat in front of my typewriter.
When my phone rang, I answered it as fast as I could so it wouldn't wake up, Sarah.
"Hey, Abbs. I don't think tonight would be a good night for you to come over." I told her and after talking for a few more minutes, we hung up.
I went back to just sitting in front of my typewriter and then it came to me. I began to type, but this had nothing to do with my book.
Even if Sarah couldn't remember growing up, I could still type it out and let her read it.
I don't know how long I sat and typed, but there were many pages and a lot of stories.
"Tim?" Came a voice and I turned around.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Why did I survive?" Was all that Sarah asked and I could tell she was trying to understand.
"I don't know, but I'm glad you did." I told her as she came to stand beside me.
"You're a writer, right? What are you writing?" Sarah asked.
"Memories of us growing up with mom and dad." I told her and I was startled by what she said next.
"I should have died too...with mom and dad." I heard her say and just looked at her.
"No, Sarah, that's not true! I don't know what would have happened if you would have died. We lost mom and dad, but I don't know what would have happened if I had lost you too." I told her and wished the sister that I had once known would come back.
Every since the accident and the day she woke up, she was a stranger. She just wasn't the sister I knew.
We had once been close; she had come to me...when she thought she had killed someone.
I thought back to that day...
FLASHBACK *
I had opened the door and looked at Sarah, covered in blood. Tears were running down her face.
"I think I killed someone, Tim." Was all she said.
She had come in and started to take a shower.
"You okay?" I asked since she had been in there a long time.
"You asked me that thirty seconds ago, mom." Sarah had replied.
"Yeah, well, you've been in there for over an hour." I had told her through the door.
"Yeah, well, how long would you be in the shower if you were covered in mystery blood?" Sarah asked.
"You're sure none of it's yours?" I asked a little worried she might have been hurt.
"Yeah." Sarah's reply came.
"But you don't know whose it is?" I asked wanting to make sure.
"No, I told you. I was at Headliners with these girls from school watching this crappy band, the next thing I know, I'm at your front door." Sarah said.
"You left out the part where you said you killed someone." I told her.
"Tim, that's not funny." I heard her say as the bathroom door opened and she came out.
"You don't remember saying that? How much have you had to drink?" I asked.
"Nothing. I'm under 21 remember." She told me.
"Really, because your fake id says you're 22..."
I held up her the id and she snatched it from me, walking away.
"...How much?" I repeated.
"Okay, I had a few drinks." She finally told me.
"Sarah, do you remember the last time you had 'a few' drinks?" I asked.
"No." Sarah said.
"That's the point. You can't drink. Last time you had to a few to many and painted B**** on Katie Hutchison's garage." I had said picking up my ringing cell phone.
"I would have done that sober. That b**** stole my boyfriend..."
I looked at the phone and seeing it was Ziva, I didn't take the call.
"...I barely even touched my second beer, okay? I remember, because I had..." She had then got this look on her face.
"Sarah? You had what?" I asked.
"I had to study, that's right. After the concert we went to the food court, but I left early because I had to go to the library." Sarah told me. "Good, library's good and then?" I asked.
"Why can't I remember?" Sarah asked.
"Someone must have slipped you something." I told her.
"No, smart girl 101, you don't take drinks from guys you don't know." Sarah had replied.
"We should get a urine sample." I said handing her a mug and she looked at me in disgust.
"No, I can't pee in something with a picture of grandma on it." Sarah had told me.
I then picked up the phone up the phone and started to call the police.
"What are you doing?" Sarah asked.
"Calling the police." I told her.
"And telling them what? That I showed up at your front door with blood on my hands saying I killed someone!"
Then she had walked over to me.
"Besides Tim it could be animal blood." Sarah had told me.
"And what if it's not? Sarah, I'm a federal agent. I have a responsibility." I had said.
"Tim, I didn't come to a federal agent. I came to my big brother."
Sarah had looked at me and I looked back at her.
*END FLASHBACK
I had then decided I would try to find out what happened.
As it turned out NCIS had gotten involved and I had almost quit my job, trying to protect her.
Now I didn't know what I could do to help my sister.
"Tim?" I heard Sarah say.
At first, she had, for a minute sounded far away.
"What?" I asked.
"You just said that you I said about dying with mom and dad wasn't true. That you didn't know what you would have done if I had died too. Then you got this look on your face. What were you thinking about?" Sarah asked and at first, I didn't want to tell her.
"The last time you showed up at my door and couldn't remember." I said finally. "What happened that day?" She asked me. "I can't tell you about that right now. I want you to remember that one on your own, but I typed up all these stories to try and help you remember. I said showing the pages of stories I had typed up.
"Tim, that's not fair! You tell me one thing, remember another and your lucky you can remember! Then you say you can't tell me, because you want me to remember! What if I never remember?" Sarah asked.
"You will." I told her.
"When?" She asked and I knew she was getting frustrated with not remembering.
"I don't know, but I know you will. Do you want to read this stories or not?" I asked.
Sarah just walked over to the couch, tucked her feet under her and refused to look at me.
For a while, we just sat there in silence.
"I want to go back to my dorm tomorrow, I need to get back to my life." Sarah said still not looking at me.
"Sarah..." I began.
I had already told her about where she went to college.
"If you don't take me back to campus tomorrow and back to my dorm. I'll find my own way there. Tim, it's time for me to start living my life again." Sarah told me.
"How can you do that, Sarah? You don't even rem..." I started to say and she turned to glare at me.
"How am I supposed to remember, if I can't get back to my life and what I used to do? Do you ever want me to get my memory back?" Sarah shot at me.
"Of course I do. Do you want to make a pizza?" I asked.
Though I wasn't much of a cook, I had picked up the ingredients for Sarah's favorite pizza and some peanut butter.
She walked into the kitchen and I watched almost amazed as she found the ingredients on the counter where I had left them.
"What is all this?" Sarah asked.
"Ingredients for your favorite pizza." I told her.
"This is a weird pizza, but I guess I can try it." She said and began to put the ingredients together and I started to smile.
She as if without a thought made her pizza.
Cheese less with pickles, Tabasco sauce and peanut butter.
Maybe her memory wasn't far from coming back. After the pizza was ready, she sat back down on the couch and took a bite.
"This is..." Sarah said, at first her face had brightened up and then it looked like she remembered something.
"What?" I asked and couldn't help but smile, when she looked over at me.
"Tim, someone spiked my peanut butter." Sarah told me, my smile faded.
"You re-remember?" I asked.
"When did that happen?" Sarah asked.
"A couple of years ago." I told her and she sat her pizza down on the coffee table.
"Thanks, Tim." She said wrapping her arms around me and I hugged her back.
"For what?" I asked when she let me go.
"Helping me to remember." She told me.
"Do you remember anything else?" I asked and Sarah just shook her head, no.
"I wish I could, I keep getting these flashes, but nothing solid. I want to remember." Sarah told me.
"You will remember." I replied with a smile.
"Will you take me back to campus tomorrow on your way to work?" Sarah asked.
"Are you sure you're ready to go back?" I asked.
"No, but I have to. It might help to try and remember things though." She told me.
"All right, I'll drop you off on my way to work. I typed up these stories in case you want to read them. It might help I told her." I told her.
"Thanks." She said as she sat back down on the couch, took her pizza and finished it.
After she was done, she just sat there on the couch and got lost in her thoughts. It wasn't long after that, I felt tired.
So I took a shower and went to bed knowing the next day would be a long one.
It was a couple of hours later, when I heard something; I automatically grabbed my gun.
Then realized it was Sarah laughing, so I set my gun down and made my way to the living room.
I didn't make a sound and she didn't seem to know I was there, she laughed again.
"I know you're there, Tim." Sarah said after a minute and I walked into the living room.
"You know what Abby says about that?" I asked.
"What?" Sarah asked looking up from what she had been reading and I realized it was the stories I had written earlier for her.
"No lurking without a permit." I said and she laughed again.
For a minute, it was like old times, before the accident and her amnesia.
"Did this stuff really happen?" Sarah asked and then I remembered.
"Yeah, it did." I told her.
"I wish I could remember this stuff, but it's like reading a book of someone else's life." She said and I felt as if someone had punched me.
"It's four in the morning have you even got any sleep?" I asked.
"No, I didn't realize what time it was. Just after you went to bed, I started reading and couldn't stop. I just..." Sarah said.
"Don't pressure yourself to remember, it will just take a little time." I told her.
"I'm tired of hearing that." Sarah said and yawned. "You need to get some sleep." I told her.
After a few minutes, she fell asleep on the couch.
I then took the stories, put them on the coffee table and covered her up with a blanket.