Tim was loving her assignment. Up to her elbows – and sometimes neck – in wires she was having more fun than she had had in ages. She enjoyed her work, of course she did - she had worked very hard to get onto Gibbs' team and she wouldn't give up her work at NCIS for anything - but she was still a techy at heart and she had forgotten how much she enjoyed it.

One by one she had been introduced to the 5-0 team by Chin and they had been a pleasant and welcoming group of people.

Kono – the only woman on the team – was a smiling, happy person who had suggested taking Tim out for a try at surfing before she returned home. In an uncharacteristic move Tim had accepted immediately and was dreading the coming surfing lesson. You've done it now, McGee. And was grateful that the project was keeping her busy and unavailable.

Danny was a highly strung man who always seemed to be moving and 'having words' with his partner - who he viewed as a bit of an adrenaline junkie from what she could understand - but once she had asked about his family there was no stopping him talking about his daughter.

Then there was the fearless leader. Steve McGarrett. That man had Issues. With a capital I. Hell, in all capitals. He all but shouted the fact that he had his own pet demons that he was in the process of training to do tricks. She wondered what it was about Marines (and now SEALS) that meant they just collected issues like people collected stamps or spoons. Was it some kind of hobby? What would they do for focus in their life if they didn't have these things spurring them on? Still he was pleasant enough when Danny prodded him in the ribs with an elbow and after he had given her a cursory up and down glance and a 'thank you' she hadn't seen him again. Which worked fine for her.

Right now she was on her back below what would eventually be the smart table if she had anything to say about it. It wasn't on its legs yet so it was only two or so feet above the ground on support beams while she messed about with the wiring and got the sequences correct. A laptop was beeping softly to the side as it ran diagnostics on the connections and wiring.

She had been forced to shed her cardigan almost two hours ago. The building was air-conditioned but it was still hot work in an environment far warmer than she was used to working in and despite the thinness of her blouse and cardigan the sweat had been beading on her forehead and causing her skin to itch. She hadn't realised just how warm she was until she was cool again.

The scars that littered her neck and shoulder from Jethro's drug induced attack on her had caused her to very rarely go around in anything too revealing but there was nothing else for it. Besides, these people weren't her team and the chances of her seeing them again were next to nothing. And then of course there was what was obviously - for anyone who knew about these things - a bullet wound on her shoulder from her first 'mission' with Kort.

All in all her shoulder looked like some kind of mangled attempt at Frankenstein's Monster.

She sighed in exasperation and teased some wires apart before glaring at her phone. It was on speaker by her hip. Speaker phone, she had decided in the last half an hour, was the worst inventions ever. It had been half an hour ago that Tony had called her and he just wasn't going away.

"I'm not on holiday, Tony," she sighed, "I promise I am not on the beach, I have been in a building the whole time," the 'whole time' being almost three days, "the only time I have been outside has been when I have been going to and from my hotel at night,"

"That's what you say, how can I believe you? You are in Hawaii, Tim! Even you must be tempted to play hooky for a day,"

"Tony, go away, I am busy," she groaned instead of giving him a reply. He could get so annoying when he got this whiny way.

He was jealous. She knew that basically that was his problem.

Tim was never sent away anywhere. It was always Tony or Ziva – or on the rare occasion when a Marine haircut was required, Gibbs – who were sent 'away' on missions or protection details. Never McGeek

"No. I want details," the man-child moaned petulantly, she could hear a rustle in the background and quickly calculated the time in her head. Yip, he was at work right now.

"Tony, Gibbs is going to head-slap you into next week if he catches you with your feet up and spitting paper at Ziva," she told him sternly.

There was the satisfying sound of him chocking and spluttering.

"How did you know that?" he gasped, "Are you back and spying on me? Not nice Probie,"

Tim rolled her eyes and abandoned the wire. She wasn't going to get anything done until this idiot hung-up.

"I am not back and there are no 'details', Tony," she was getting more than a little annoyed now, "I am here to do a job,"

"How much longer will you be?"

"I'll be as long as it takes Tony," she sighed heavily and rubbed at her eyes, wishing he would leave her alone already.

"Please, Tim," just how long had he worked on perfecting that whine, "You have to come back and rescue me from the ninja,"

"Tony, I haven't even been gone that long, now go away,"

"Please, please, please. You are the longest relationship I have had with a woman – except my mom," he added as an afterthought, "I am getting withdrawal, you have to come home,"

"Gee, thanks Tony," she replied dryly, "Go away,"

"But-"

Tim reached for her phone.

"I'm hanging up now,"

"You wouldn't!"

"Goodbye Tony,"

She pressed the heavenly red button and silence reigned once again.

Hi everyone.

Hope Friday has treated you/is treating you all well and that you have a nice safe and enjoyable weekend. For all you who do daylight saving time, don't forget the clocks go back this weekend. One whole extra hour in bed come Sunday morning :)

Anyway, I hope you are enjoying this latest 'collection' in the collection ;)

Thank you so much for all of your feedback and support. You are all awesome!

See you tomorrow with part 3 (my favourite out of this little group ;))

Take care.

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