Ok. There's an unlikely pairing in this chapter. I hope you find it interesting and/or . I just kind of thought that this would be an interesting thing to explore. Enjoy!

By eleven o' clock, Tony and Deeks were too drunk to stand, so when a waitress told them they were closing for the night, the remaining four were faced with a challenge. They discussed for a minuet, and it was decided that Kensi and Ziva would carry their partners to the car. Callen and tim ran a head to get the doors,and tim pulled out his phone and discretely took video for Abby. Tim was wide awake, so they let him drive. Callen sat in the passenger seat, Kensi and Ziva piled into the back of Deeks' hummer and tony and Deeks slept on the way home. Kensi and Ziva weren't exactly sober either, but they weren't exactly drunk. Callen and tim were the only ones who were in their right minds. "So, how's working in DC?" Callen asked on the long drive back to the hotel where the agents were staying. "Well, it's... challenging." Tim said, trying to find the right words to say. "I heard something was going on up there a while ago." Callen continued. He wanted to find out what went on. He felt it was good to know about what was going on around the agency. "Crazy guy targeted the Navy Yard. People died." Tim said, not wanting to think about it. "Two agents died out here as well. Stuff happens, right?" Callen said, playfully punching Tim in the arm and forcing a smile. "Yeah, I guess. Here." Tim said, fishing his cell out of his pocket.

"What?" Callen asked, a bit confused. "Put you number in. It's nice to have somebody to talk to who gets what pain is like." Tim looked over and smiled. Callen navigated to his contacts and typed what he knew of his name in. G Callen. Then his phone number. 555- 3943. he put Tim's cell in the cup holder and looked at the slightly younger driver. "What do you mean by who understands pain? Isn't that Gibbs area of expertise?" Callen said, looking back at the sleeping agents. Kensi and Ziva had also fallen asleep in the bed of the trunk. "Well, yeah. But sometimes his heart to heart conversations are more like 'you talk, I'll stare at you until you figure out what you needed to know in the first place.' Believe me, I've been there. It's basically useless for a guy like me.

I've never really felt pain. Sure, I've watched people die, killed people, and lost co workers and partners, but compare me to the rest of my team. And yours, too. Gibbs has been shot who knows how many times, Tony's broken more noses and gotten more concussions than I care to keep track of, not to mention how many times he's almost died, Ziva's been captured by Somali's, plus God knows what's happened to her with Mossad, and you've been shot five times in one minuet. And then there's family. Gibbs' mom died, then his wife and daughter were killed, Tony's mom died when he was eight, Both Ziva's mom and two siblings are dead, Abby's parents are dead, Ducky's parents are dead, you have no family in the first place, Kensi's dad is dead, but me, I've got a mom, a dad, and a sister who all love me. My family's not perfect, but no one's is. Sure, me and my dad have our differences, but nothing like Tony and his father, or Ziva's either. We can talk to each other without yelling and screaming. It's not that easy, but we still do it. Yet I work with people who have every clue as to what it feels like. Pain is something I've never really, truly known." Tim said.

"So when you've got problems, no one really takes them seriously." Callen said, hoping he understood. "Exactly. But you seem like a guy who gets it. Someone who knows what it might feel like to have problems. Like bad dreams, or unsettling encounters. Things that you talk to with a friend." Tim said, looking over at Callen "But Tony's your friend." he pointed out. "Tony blows pretty much everything out of whack. It's too hard to ground him so he can actually discuss with him. He doesn't like opening up, showing emotion. I guess he thinks I'm still the Probie and I need to be shielded from everything bad in the world. Ziva had faced worse, so she sees that regular stuff is the equivalent of a paper cut. Gibbs is... well. You probably know." Tim said, sighing. "It just feels like, at times, I've got no one to turn to."

Callen looked into the man's eyes. They were filled with sorrow. He had tears in his eyes. "Hey, day or night. You can count on me, pal." Callen said. He felt something between Tim and himself. Like the brother he never had. Like the family he'd always wanted. Callen was grateful for that special bond, even if had only been made in forty five minuets or less.

A few minuets later, Tim stopped the car in front of a fairly decent hotel. "Here we are. Brace your self. DINOZZO! GET UP!" Tim yelled. ""I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to spill the milk! I jus-" Tony stopped himself when he saw the looks on Callen and McGee's faces. Crap. Now the probie knew Tony had dreams about his dead mother. "Um... Bad dream." Tony said, pushing the still slumbering Deeks away from him. Tony was still drunk, but not as bad as before. So, he was tasked with waking Deeks up. "I don't think these guys are going anywhere but your room for the night. That ok with you, Tim?" Callen asked, trying vainly to wake Kensi up. Tim carefully prodded Ziva, remembering the last time somebody messed with her when she was sleeping. "Uh, yeah. That's cool with me." Tim said, poking Ziva where she was ticklish. She slowly woke up, much to the delight of Tim. "Zi, it's time to go back to the room." Tim said, gently helping her up. "DEEKS!" They heard Tony yell from the backseat. "Huh? I- I'm up, mom!" Deeks said, also fairly embarrassed when he realized what he said. "Where are we?" he asked, slurring his words at the end. Nobody decided to respond. Tony could walk, but Deeks was a bit tipsy still. Ziva was trying as hard as she could to walk straight, but she would have failed for the cops.

Callen gave up on waking Kensi up, so he just picked her up and walked in with Tim behind their intoxicated partners. Tony was supporting Deeks, and Ziva was clinging to Tony's shoulder. Tim walked in first and the clerk at the desk looked bewildered. "They partied a bit to hard..." Tim said as they passed by. She just nodded and went back to her game of solitaire on her computer. They crammed everybody into the elevator and rode it up to the ninth floor. The rag tag group of drunks, half drunks, and sobers stumbled into room 32 and slept.

So. What did you think of Callen and Tim? Yes? No? I just thought it would be really interesting to explore what a friendly relationship between them would be like. And I've come to the conclusion that that whole subject might have to be a different FanFiction...