"Oh crap!" Tim exclaimed.
Abby looked up from her desk and began to laugh, "What did you do?"
"Spilt water all over the floor."
"Not just the floor…" Abby replied, "You look like you peed your pants," She said as she continued to laugh.
Tim looked over at her, "Oh, you think it's funny?"
"Yes, I do."
Tim tried hard not to smile, but he looked down at his pants and couldn't help it, "Tony will never let me live this down."
"Just stay here until it dries," Abby said as she got up and grabbed some paper towels, "Come on, let's clean it up."
They got down on the floor and the laughing seemed to die down, until Abby just randomly burst out laughing again.
"What?" Tim asked, a smile on his face.
"Just… the look on… your face… when you spilled the water… It was so cute…"
"Then why are you laughing?"
"I don't know," She replied, "I'm just happy I guess."
Those words made Tim's heart beat faster. Just knowing she was happy, made him so happy.
"I think we got it all," He said, looking over the floor to make sure. He stood up then held out his hand for Abby. She took it and stood as well. "I'll have to remember not to leave my cup of water so close to the edge of the table next time," He said, a smile still on his face.
"I don't know, it was pretty entertaining."
They both looked into each others eyes at the same moment, and held the glance. They loved each other so much. Just looking at one another made their hearts skip a beat.
Tim leaned in and kissed Abby. They could have sworn that fireworks went off every time they kissed now, no matter how cheesy it seemed. It felt that unreal… That amazing.
Tim knew it was highly inappropriate to make-out at work, but they had eight years to catch up on… So he didn't really care.
When the kiss ended, Abby smiled, "You know Tony and Ziva are watching us, don't you?"
"Yeah, I saw them out of the corner of my eye a couple of minutes ago."
"You don't care if they know?"
Tim smiled, "I don't care if the world knows."
"Me either… But, let's wait to tell Gibbs. He's under a lot of pressure right now, and with rule twelve… I just don't want him kicking you off the team."
Tim laughed, "Or killing me."
"Or killing you," Abby agreed.
With that, they headed back to work.
"Hey, McTim, finally coming out of the bat cave?"
"Had a lot of work to do, Tony."
"Mhm… Like what?"
Tim knew what Tony was doing… He was fishing for information. Tim could have just come right out and said that he knew Tony knew, but this would be a lot funner.
"Why do you care?"
Tony shrugged, "Just wondering… So, uh, I'm going out with this girl tonight, I met her at a bar a few weeks ago, and I was wondering if you'd like to come along? She has a friend who is coming with her, and she needs a date."
"Sure, Tony. That'd be great!"
Tony's eyebrows furrowed, "Really?"
"Yeah, I'll be there. What time?"
"I'll, uh, I'll have to check," Tony replied, turning back to his computer.
"Okay, just let me know."
"Uh huh."
Tim stood up, about to head to the break room for some coffee. When he passed by Ziva's desk, she reached out her hand and grabbed his arm.
He looked down at her and she smiled, "Congratulations," She said, knowing Tim was playing with Tony.
Tim smiled back, "Thanks."
Just then, Gibbs walked into the bullpen, "Grab your gear! Another body was found."
"You're kidding?" Tim exclaimed.
"Nope. Let's go."
They all grabbed their gear, and headed out.
Tim looked into the semi. At the back was the body, lying in the fetal position. Tim wondered what his last thoughts were. He wondered if he died fighting, or if he had given up long before. Did he fall asleep like Tim and Abby did? Or was he awake as he took his last breaths?
"Tim. Tim! Probie!"
Tim jumped slightly, "Yeah?"
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Cause Gibbs told you to get in the semi and take photos about five minutes ago, and you've been standing there ever since. You sure you don't wanna sit this out?"
Tim shook his head, "No, I'm fine."
Tim hopped into the semi and made his way to the back. Shivers ran down his spine. He wondered why this seemed to hit him so hard. They had already had one other victim since Tim came back, so why was he just feeling this way now.
He took a deep breath and began to take photos, but with every picture he became more and more lightheaded. He felt like he was suffocating again.
He seemed to forget that Tony and Ziva were also in the semi, dusting for prints, looking for hair or dirt, etc…
He tried taking deep breaths, but that didn't seem to help. If anything, it made it worse.
He took a few steps backward, bumping into Gibbs, who had just walked into the semi a few seconds ago.
"Whoa, McGee! Watch it."
"S- sorry, Boss."
"Don't apologize, McGee."
"R- right," Tim cleared his throat, "I- I need… I need to get out of here for a second," He said before practically running out of the semi.
"What was that about?" Ziva asked.
"I'll go find out," Gibbs replied, "You guys keep workin'."
Gibbs got out of the truck and looked around for Tim, finding him leaning against the right side of the semi. His hands were on his knees and he was taking in deep breaths, looking like he was about to vomit.
Gibbs walked over to him and placed a hand on his back, "Come on, let's go sit over here."
Tim held up a hand, "I'm fine, Boss, I just need a minute."
"Tim, don't argue."
Tim sighed, then stood up straight, to go wherever Gibbs was taking him to.
Gibbs led him over to the back of one of the SUV's there, and lifted up the trunk. "Sit," He said, pointing to the trunk.
Tim sat down and Gibbs sat beside him, their feet dangling over the SUV.
"Talk."
Tim took another deep breath, "I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me, McGee."
Tim paused, "I… I don't understand why this is just bothering me now. Why didn't it bother me with the last victim?"
"Because, you had just gotten back to work then. You were just happy to be alive, nothing else. You hadn't had much time to think about what had happened to you."
"Boss, what these men went through…" Tim shook his head, "I wouldn't wish that on the my worst enemy. It was… It was horrible."
Gibbs patted Tim's shoulder, "But you've come out of it as a stronger person."
"Oh yeah, I seem really strong, don't I?"
"Yes, you do. Strength isn't having no emotion, no sympathy. Strength is in the emotion, in the sympathy. You've got that, McGee."
Tim looked at Gibbs. He had never heard him say something so… prophetic before. "Really?"
Gibbs nodded once, "Really."
"Thanks, Boss."
"Don't mention it." Gibbs stood back up, "Sit for a while, and when, or if, you feel up to it, come back to help out."
Tim nodded, "Okay."
Gibbs started to walk off, but stopped and turned back around, "And McGee?"
"Yeah, Boss?"
"You hurt her, I'll kill you."
It took a moment for the statement to register, but when it did, Tim's eyes widened, "Y- yes, Boss. Understood."
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This story should be wrapping up soon. The main part of it was the whole Tim and Abby trapped thing (hence the name "Our Darkest Moments"). Just one or two more chapters to tie everything up in a nice, pretty package.
Double chest bump, and a piece sign to you all. (Yes, I am a strange cookie)...