Note: Anything that seems familiar isn't mine; only Dani and a couple other characters...I researched what I could about the technical stuff so if I got something wrong, don't shoot me over it...think of it as creative liberties...Enjoy!

Tim's bed was so comfortable, much more than the one I had at home. I did get up during the night but I didn't wake Tim up. I did wake up once when I felt a warm body up against mine. He moved over during the night and was spooning me. His arm was resting over my hip nearly on my belly. I smiled and moved his hand near the top of my belly and fell asleep.

When I awoke in the morning, it was still to Tim spooning me except to two differences. His hand had moved north and there was something poking into my lower back. It didn't bother me that I had just met the man in bed with me a day previous; what bothered me was that I hadn't experienced this before. Not like guys hadn't asked me out during high school or the two years of university, I was more concerned with my education. While I wasn't a virgin and hadn't been for years, I've never made the time for a real relationship.

I knew that even if I wasn't pregnant, Tim would never see me past being Uncle Jethro's niece. I carefully lifted his hand off of my breast and crept from the bed. I cleaned up in the bathroom and checked on him as I made my way to the kitchen. He was still asleep so I put on a pot of coffee and started on toast and eggs.

A phone began ringing and I heard Tim's croaking voice answer the phone.

"Oh, hi, boss. Dani's doing great. Sounds like she's making breakfast. Do you want to speak to her?"

Tim walked into the kitchen and handed me the phone. His hair was slightly messed up and the shirt he had worn to bed was wrinkled. I took the phone and motioned to the pot of coffee.

"Hi, Uncle Jethro. I just made some coffee. You should come over and have a cup or two or five."

"Is McGee protecting you, Dani? You haven't had any problems with him, have you?"

"I'm fine. Tim's been a perfect gentleman," I replied, excluding the groping that happened this morning. "So have you found out anything?"

"One of the Petty Officers is in custody and DiNozzo and Ziva are going to get the other Petty Officer and your C.O. Stick close to McGee."

"I promise, Uncle Jethro. Will it be alright for us to do a quick trip to my condo to get some necessities? I only need 10 minutes and Tim's got his gun so if anything should happen."

"Pass the phone to McGee."

I gave the phone back to Tim and buttered the toast that just popped. I watched his expressions and knew instantly that my uncle said something serious to him. He nodded as he verbally acknowledged whatever Uncle Jethro said. His hand wiped across his face and he looked at me.

"We leave in 5 and you'll only have 10 minutes to get whatever you need. He said to pack small since he believes this will be over by tomorrow."

I clapped my hands together and went to change into my clothes from yesterday. When I exited the bathroom, I caught Tim pulling on a shirt. He might look doughy but he wasn't fat. He had slight love handles but I don't mind them on a guy. He was reaching up to put a tie on when I cleared my throat.

"You don't have to get dressed up just for me. It'll probably look better if you put on jeans and a T-shirt. You won't stand out as much."

I went into the kitchen to give him time to change and cleaned up. He came and got me, dressed in jeans, a plain black T-shirt, and a leather jacket. Instinctively I reached out and felt the softest leather. I ran my hand up and down the chest of his jacket a few times before I realized we should be going.

I gave Tim my address in Ballston and started on a mental list of things I'd need to grab. I should call work and tell them that I'd be away for awhile and I should arrange for my neighbor to grab my mail.

"Earth to Dani."

"Huh? Oh, sorry, Tim. I was thinking of everything I had to do."

Tim had arrived at my place and had come around to my side to open the door for me. Because of the low seats he offered a hand and helped heft me out of the car. I let us into the building and checked my mail slot. A few bills but nothing pressing.

"Dani, there you are. How are you? Is the baby well? Why is your arm in a sling?"

Tim and I turned and found my next door neighbor struggling in with her grocery bags. Tim went and took them from her.

"Mrs. Nicholls, I'm fine and so is the baby. I tripped and sprained my wrist. Going up?"

We rode the elevator up to the 7th floor and I headed to #703 while Mrs. Nicholls and Tim went to #702. She opened the door and took the bags back from Tim.

"I haven't seen you around Dani before. I don't think I've met a wonderful young man like yourself who would be willing to date a pregnant woman."

"Uh…" Tim stuttered.

"He's not new. I met him almost a year ago. Do you think you can check my mail while I spend some time with Tim?" I asked, handing her the mail key.

She agreed and closed the door. Tim looked at me and followed me into my condo. He looked around while I quickly threw some clothes, personal necessities, and movies into a bag. Tim was checking out my childhood photos that I had on the wall. He pointed at a young girl.

"That's Kelly about 2 weeks before she died. Uncle Jethro was overseas at the time and didn't get the copy we sent until after he came out of the coma and found out."

I called my work and told them that I would be unavailable for a period of time and if they needed to get a hold of me, they could contact Uncle Jethro at NCIS. We were on our way to the elevator when I noticed Mrs. Nicholls standing in her open doorway.

"He's the father," she stated.

"We need to get going, Mrs. Nicholls. Thanks again for checking the mail."

When alone in the elevator, Tim asked why I let her believe he was the father. I explained that she didn't know what happened on the destroyer and it would be better if she believed what she wanted to believe. Tim held open the door for me and I stepped out onto the sidewalk. I didn't see him come out from around the corner. I only saw Tim as he fell, a dark splotch seeping out from underneath his body.

"You, bitch. Just had to go NCIS," the man seethed as he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the idling van.

The younger man of the two was sitting in the driver's seat ready to pull out. The side door was flung open and I was pushed into the van. I tried pulling my arm away from the man but his grip became tighter. I looked back out at Tim, still lying on the sidewalk bleeding.

"Tim!" I cried.