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DEAD DOESN'T MEAN FOREVER

Ch 2

The following week Gibbs went to McGee's apartment to check out how the trials were working out.

"So far everything has come out perfect. I have one more possible to run and then… Well…" Tim sputtered not sure what his boss wanted to do with the machine.

"When that's done successfully, let me know. I'll take it to the next level." Gibbs praised Tim, "Good job McGee!"

"Thank you, Boss," Tim smiled at the unexpected compliment. "It was my pleasure to create something so monumental to the world of science. Not that it's the first of its kind, but if I do say so myself, it's the best!"

"I couldn't agree more," Gibbs smiled. "I always knew you'd be the right one."

Tim looked a bit confused, but smiled knowing his boss had so much faith in him.

Walking to his car, Gibbs flipped open his phone to call Ziva. "Hey Ziver. I need you to get things set up. I'll have Tony call you with the time frame."

"Sure thing Gibbs. Do I get to know what this is all about?" the curiosity was making her edgy.

"All in good time. All in good time," he mantraed.

He hung up to place the call to Tony.

"DiNozzo speaking," Tony answered his call.

"Yeah Tony, Gibbs."

"I know that Boss," he smirked.

Ignoring the smart ass comment, Gibbs ordered, "Call that friend of yours. Set up the date and time as soon as possible, then call Ziva with the information."

"You bet. Say Boss, what's…" Tony looked at the silent phone. Gibbs had hung up. He shrugged. In the end he'd know everything. It was hard to piece together everything. Whatever Gibbs had Abby, Tim and Ziva doing, they had been sworn to secrecy.

But if Ziva was using his contacts for something, someone and/or something was going overseas in a hurry and under the radar.

Tim called as soon as the process was completed successfully. 'I'm so glad I kept in contact with some of my old alumni,' Tim thought to himself. He had needed some of their expertise to run a few of the last and more complicated test subjects. Of course he was careful not to explain too much what he was using the information for. If word of any of his work got out, Gibbs would be furious and a furious Gibbs was not one he'd want to face.

"Gibbs," the gruff voice sounded expectant.

"McGee, Boss. It's a success. I'm boxing up the materials as we speak."

"Excellent. I'm on my way." Gibbs shut his phone. He grabbed the bag he packed for this trip and headed over to McGee's.

'Things are going to happen quickly,' he thought. 'But the years of waiting seemed a lifetime up to this point. My life will never be the same again,' he grinned.

Tim had the boxes waiting in the parking lot and helped store them in the van Gibbs' borrowed. It was a tight fit, but they managed.

"Drive's not too far. I'll be fine. Thanks again, Tim." Gibbs squeezed Tim's arm. Tim looked where Gibbs gripped his arm.

He gave his boss a sideways glance, "Sure thing. Are you going somewhere?"

"It's not a long ways away. I should be back within a few days, if all goes as well as I expect," he explained getting into his car.

"Okay then. Have a safe trip," Tim gave a small wave.

"Will do," Gibbs waved his arm out the window as he drove off.

Tim had been trying his best to figure it all out. Maybe Gibbs was going to patent his invention and make him rich. No not likely. Still like Tony, Tim felt in the end Gibbs would let them know what it was all about.

Abby meanwhile, being Abby, couldn't shake the hinky feeling she'd had since getting the results Gibbs had been seeking for years. What was he planning to do with it? The original case was old news and one better off locked away and forgotten; considering all the aftermath.

Still it excited him for unknown reason. Maybe she should ask Timmy. No she vowed to keep it a secret until Gibbs said it was okay to share. So she'd hold off her questions and her unease until Gibbs explained it all, as she had no doubts he would, one way or another.