A/N Hey guys! Thanks for the positive response so far. This chapter I'm going to dedicate to all those who've put this on alert, favourited it or sent me PMs asking me to get on with it (there's quite a few of you!) So thanks to all of you!

You guys rock! Thanks for all the support! Now Story time. I figured a McGee chapter was in order here. So bear with me…

McGee

As Abby's words blasted down the phone, the man chuckled. The phone was held at arms length, probably to prevent an eardrum from shattering as the high pitched shrieks continued, as Abby was clearly confused or angry... or of course, both. He laughed again. Despite anticipating this reaction, the sheer scale of the volume that was coming out of his phone was incredibly amusing. Stifling his laughter he continued to talk, his words mellow

"You heard me right, Abs. The best decision I ever made was to come here."

Of course, he was lying. He was lonely, miserable. He missed them all; he missed his desk and the way he was always ordered to get coffee. He missed the unsubtle glances that Tony gave him every time he came into the room and Abby's crazy hugs. He missed headslaps and paperwork and, God, he'd barely been gone a day.

Abby was still burbling into the phone about something; begging him to come back it seemed. Oh and how he wished he could every essence of his being longed to go home but his stupid foolish pride made him stay; made him put the false happiness into his voice and fill Abby's ears with lies. It hurt him to lie to the girl on the other end of the phone all those miles away, though. And he didn't think it would. But somehow it got to him and it took him all the willpower he had not to burst into tears and confess this to the Goth on the other end.

…But what was he thinking? He was an NCIS agent. He didn't burst into tears over the littlest things. But even so, there was a question he had to ask; No matter what it did to him.

"How is he…?"

"He's… Alive"

McGee didn't know how to respond to that. What do you say when you ask how the man you loved is and you get 'Alive' as the response? A nonsensical grunt seemed to be the best response. Still, alive didn't sound like Tony was out picking up random girls. In fact it didn't sound like he was happy at all. For some reason this made McGee angry, causing him to snap down the phone at Abby

"I'll call you later. I have stuff to do."

She sounded upset now, as though she was crying. Tim cursed inwardly for doing this to the one girl he trusted like a sister; Trusted more than his own sister to be honest. Still he had to get off of the phone. Every minute he spent talking to Abby his mind began to swim with images of Tony. And it hurt like someone was slowly twisting a knife through his heart before leaving him feeling weak and sick. This cocktail of emotions; anger, hurt, regret and even a vague hint of happiness, made him want to physically vomit.

Just as he was about to finish the phone call a pretty barmaid came over, asking if he wanted a drink. Shaking his head to her, the barmaid began to depart and McGee's eyes were drawn in the direction of the beautiful view behind her. Sun, Sand, Sea and Sky. He should be happy shouldn't he? It was beautiful here. Perfect almost.

"Just Abs, Don't tell them I'm in Mexico, okay?"

He close to threw the phone down, angry at how emotional a tiny phone call had become.

Yes, Timothy McGee had 'done a Gibbs'.

And for now at least he wasn't planning on going home.

A/N Hope you liked. Sorry it's short/took so long. Review? Please?