A/N Are you guys ready for a realyl dramatic ending?
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Chapter seven.
McGee couldn't believe that it was already five days since they had left DC. They had arrived here three days ago, and after a quick stop at the local grocery store Tony had taken him to a nice little apartment. After that, they had only left the bed to shower, eat, or use the bathroom.
Snuggling close to Tony, McGee felt bad. He had left almost everyone he cared about behind without a clue. Abby must be going crazy by now, he thought smiling.
When he felt Tony stir he turned around and poked his lover's side. "Tony, let's go out today," he whined. "We've been here like forever and I'm bored." And even though Tony really didn't want to he agreed, just to make McGee happy. Tim was a family and friend person, while Tony on the other hand had been pretty much alone for as long as he could remember. There had been that thing with Jeanne, and now it was there again, but with McGee this time.
"We could go to the local mall," Tony suggested, seeing Tim's face lit up. "I'll take a shower and get dressed, you make sure to have breakfast ready when I'm done," he said with a teasing smile, knowing that McGee loved to cook.
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McGee enjoyed every second of their trip. Even though it had only been three days since they had moved into the house it felt like forever. The walls were closing in on him and Tony's overprotective attitude was irritating him.
They walked in and out of every store the little mall had. Tony and Tim were both carrying bags with various foods and decorations for their house. Pretending that he was near death, Tony dropped himself on the chair of a small diner. They sat at the window and enjoyed the view of the park they had. Chatting about normal things they ordered coffee and pie, neither of them noticing a red Ford parking across the street.
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Vance sighed, half the country was probably searching for him, a director of a federal agency threatening people and then taking off by surprise, wasn't what SecNav had in mind for Director of the Year Award. But he had to finish this; Men didn't deserve to be happy together, he thought before stuffing his SIG under his waistband and stepping out of the car.
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Tony was the first to notice Vance walking on the sidewalk next to the diner. It was too big of a coincidence, and he didn't believe in coincidences.
He grabbed McGee by his shirt collar and dragged him to the bathroom.
"Tony, what the hell?" He asked before hearing screams coming from the diner.
Tony just looked at McGee and saw all the pieces fall into place in his eyes.
"It's Vance! He's here, isn't he?" Tony didn't need to answer him, he already knew.
Tony grabbed his weapon and handed his backup to McGee. With one last kiss he said a goodbye he was hoping he wouldn't need. Seeing Tim's eyes tear up he slapped him on the back of the head and signed his plan.
Tim was lying on the ground, he was going to shoot Vance, and Tony would be standing, kicking the door open and distracting Vance. They prayed it would be over in minutes.
McGee looked underneath the door and saw scared customers and employees, all paying a price that wasn't theirs to pay. Counting down from ten Tony kicked open the door and started to fire at Vance who was returning fire at the same moment. It took McGee one shot. One bullet went right through his head and Leon Vance dropped down dead.
Relieved Tim turned to Tony, only to see the man he loved so much, pale and with a big bloodstain on his chest, leaning on the bathroom door.
He felt years of training take over as he lowered Tony onto the ground. He ripped his shirt off his chest and pushed it on the center of the bloodstain. "Don't you dare to give up on me," Tim whispered, knowing how cliché he sounded. "There is no way in hell you're going to die right now," Tim told him. "They already called an Ambulance. I'm going to call Gibbs in a little while so they can remove Vance and you're going to be okay."
When Tony didn't respond he pushed a little harder. Much to his delight Tony groaned. If he could groan that meant he was still alive. Tim leaned over to kiss Tony, he still didn't know if he would make it, so he had to say goodbye.
With his eyes full of tears, he swallowed.
"When I first met you, I was young and naive. A real probie, and boy, did I hate you at first, but slowly I learned that there was no way I could live without you. And I was stunned when you asked me out on a real date," He smiled at the memory. "I'm glad that I could learn from you how it feels to be loved, and that you taught me how to play a good prank."
His tears were now dripping with a steady pace onto Tony's, chest but he ignored them.
"Right now, you're my world, my sunshine in the morning, the muse for my books, and my reason to get out of bed. Or stay in bed for that matter. I just want you to know, that I love you with everything I am," Tim ended.
Much to his surprise, Tony's eyes flickered open for just a second. But the look that Tony gave Tim told him all that he needed to know. Tony loved him just as much, if not more.
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Shortly after that the EMT's rushed in and took Tony away. McGee wasn't allowed in the ambulance so he had to take a taxi. On his way over to the hospital he called Gibbs and told him everything that had happened.
Within the next two hours Gibbs had taken Ziva and the NCIS plane and flown to the hospital where Tony was. This was the only time that he was happy that he was acting Director. The moment he walked in the ER he saw McGee sitting in a chair; he was wearing his jacket over his bare chest. He looked so lost.
When Tim saw his boss he felt himself melt. He stood up and walked over to Gibbs, with his eyes full of tears, he hugged Gibbs, needing to feel safe, he needed someone to tell him that everything was going to be alright.
There was nothing more Gibbs could do other than hold McGee, and he held him like his life depended on it. He knew the pain of losing a loved one, and he wanted to be there for Tim every step of this horrible road.
"I'll go check at the nurse's station," Ziva whispered. She returned after a little while. "No news, his condition is still critical; they will tell us as soon as they know something."
And so the waiting begun, seconds turned in to really long minutes, and those endless minutes turned into hours. Finally the doors opened, revealing two bloody surgeons. They walked over to the nurse's station.
"The guy that was shot didn't make it," the one on the left said. He didn't say it loudly but they all heard it.
Ziva stood up and walked away, while Tim started sobbing and clung onto Gibbs. Neither of them heard what the other surgeon said.
"Glad that he was just a homeless guy, they're almost finished with the Federal Agent; he's probably going to make it."
After a few minutes of crying McGee suddenly ripped himself loose from Gibbs. "I've got to go," he stammered before running away. Gibbs, who felt protective of him, ran after him.
It all happened in a few seconds, McGee ran onto the street, not looking either way. The moment he ran onto the street an ambulance approached and hit him. A few milliseconds later McGee's body flew through the air and landed with a horrible smack on the sidewalk.
The EMT's jumped out of their ambulance and ran over to McGee. They started CPR and mouth to mouth but gave up after a few minutes. At 6:03 p.m., on an early morning, Timothy McGee was declared dead.
Gibbs sat silently on the sidewalk for minutes, tears clouding his vision, while he watched them take McGee to the morgue. When his phone rang and he noticed it was Ziva, he didn't know what to say.
"Yes?" He said, trying not to let his tears show in his voice.
"There was another guy shot!" Ziva said happy. "Tony's still alive, he's critical but he's alive."
Gibbs couldn't take it anymore; he closed his phone and gave into silent sobs.
After an hour he walked back into the ER waiting room. Ziva was talking to a nurse. She still looked happy, and it was up to him to tell her and Tony that McGee was dead.
He guided her into Tony's room and motioned her to sit down next to the bed.
"Where's McGee?" Tony's soft voice asked.
Gibbs walked over to his bed and grabbed his hand. He swallowed hard before he began.
"McGee did it make it out of the diner unhurt. But after we arrived a surgeon said that a person had died from a gunshot to the chest. We thought that it was you. That's when McGee ran off."
Tears started to pile up in his eyes again, he couldn't look at Tony.
"He ran out onto the street and got hit by an ambulance. He was dead before he hit the ground."
Gibbs had never been one to sugarcoat things, and he knew that now wasn't the time to start. He looked into Tony's eyes. "I'm so sorry," he said before turning away and looking out the window.
"No, no, no," Tony continued saying, his voice become louder and louder. Ziva was trying to hold him and give him comfort, but nothing helped. Until his voice stopped and there only was a long beep of the heart monitor left.