Another short chapter and i mean very short but I hope you all still enjoy it
Tim's mind whirled as he pulled away from the scene. "What now Tim? Go to NCIS and resign again or suffer till Friday?" he asked himself.
Tim didn't know the answer. He did love NCIS but why did he want to work with people who didn't seem to care for him?
He believed they did, at some level, but not all the time. Tim could tell he was annoying to Gibbs, Tony's Mcwhatever and Ziva….he had no idea what she thought of him.
He was Abby's toy and an ear for Ducky to tell stories too. He was just a tool they all took turns playing with and it nearly cost him his life.
He kept driving and didn't pay attention to the road. His thoughts were on the team and he didn't realize he was veering off to the wrong side of the road.
He heard a car honk and turned the wheel only for his door to be smashed in and the window to break showering him with glass.
The airbags didn't deploy and Tim hit the steering wheel and laid against it unconscious.