Author's note: Okay, I've found a beta reader, and she's already found a few minor mistakes in chapter 1, and I have corrected them. I will continue posting chapters while she looks over the older ones, so the newest chapters will not be edited at first, so please just be patient, and, like I said, please let me know what you think and how I can make it better. You guys have been great viewers, and it's very exciting every time anyone reviews this story, and every time anyone follows or like it. This has been a great experience so far, and I thank you all for reading this story and bearing with me through any errors I've made. I will follow your advice and slow it down a little. Therefore, these next few chapters will foreshadow and prepare for the future chapters in this story, so these characters get their breather. Anyway, please like, comment follow, etc. Enjoy!
Abby's POV
Abby's Apartment Building, Washington D.C
As things quickly spiraled out of control, I realized that Ziva isn't the sweet, tomboyish, and crazy super-human that I originally made her out to be. I overestimated her.
I barely notice the tears flowing freely down my face as I strive to remain in denial, and, at the same time, attempt, without success, to drown out the sickening sounds of my family screaming itself to death. Sadly, I eventually realize the agonizing truth.
Ziva killed Tony and framed Gibbs, and will do anything to ensure that she keeps her secret just like that; a secret. I never realized how selfish she is until now.
Suddenly, things got even worse.
"I can explain that, too, Agent David. You're under arrest for the murder of Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, and attempting to frame a Federal Agent." Ally announced.
The world went by slowly as Ziva grabbed the glass part of my lava lamp, and struck Alice in the temple with the bottom of it, breaking the lamp and causing shards of glass to penetrate skin in the process.
Alice falls to the ground, unconscious, with blood slowly seeping out of her head, and before either Tim or I could respond, Ziva darted out.
"Ziva, stay with Alice and call 911!" Tim shouts.
Because I am so mortified by what just happened, I react slowly, and finally crouch down by Alice to feel for a pulse.
Her pulse is a little slow, but it is steady, and the fact that she is alright for now will help me gather up the strength to dial three little numbers: 9-1-1.
The ring was quickly replaced by a young woman's sweet, somewhat soothing, voice.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
After allowing myself to breathe for a second, I answered her question as calmly as possible.
"An FBI agent was struck on the temple. Her attacker is being pursued by an NCIS agent, but we need paramedics, now. I'm with the FBI agent but-"
I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the sickening sound of a bullet entering and exiting a human body.
Pain washed over me as I wonder who got shot.
Regardless of future events, if Ziva has been shot, it would be excruciating, just as it would be if Tim was shot. Ziva is my friend, and I can't lose her or Tim.
I hang up, knowing that they can easily trace my call.
It's not the best choice, but I've gotta know who was shot. I have to.
After grabbing Alice's gun, I run out to the hallway, and immediately, the sight of Tim on the ground, with blood coming out of his abdomen, catches my attention.
Ziva, no. Please. Why have you done all of this? Tony didn't want to kill Michael. It was self defense. Don't you understand that?
Sobbing, I bend down to check Tim's pulse.
It was there, but I've felt better pulses. We need those paramedics.
Why would Ziva do this? Never, for the three years that we've known each other, had I ever imagined her unjustly hurting others, but I was wrong.
It brakes my heart.
Suddenly,I hear sirens blare and run down to the lobby to guide the paramedics.
"Please help! An FBI agent was struck in the temple, and an NCIS agent was shot in the abdomen." I shout to the medics, and then lead them to my hallway."
Immediately, they see Tim, and start work on him.
"Ma'am, didn't you say that there's an FBI agent?" One paramedic asks.
I nod.
"Yes. She got hit in the temple by a uh, lava lamp."
The medics nod.
"Where is the agent?"
I point to my room, and they split up. Some go in my room, some stay in the hallway.
After a few minutes of the medics shouting words I don't understand, they begin to pack up and put Ally and Tim on gurneys, so they can head on over to the hospital.
"Will they be OK?" I ask one of the medics.
The medic looks at me.
"Im not sure, ma'am. I'm sure that you've heard this speech before, but we're taking to surgery, and we're running a CT scan for -"
"Her husband filed for divorce, and she hates him. She goes by Foster."
The medic nods.
"Ok, well, Miss Foster is in worse condition than you may think. It's pretty safe to say that she has a bad concussion, which will make her prone to seizures. If she's bleeding, the CT scan will hopefully detect it. With a concussion and internal bleeding, seizures can happen anytime, and can come out of no where."
My eyes widened.
"Don't worry. We've saved many people. We'll try just as hard with her."
I nod, and I begin to cry.
"If you'd like, you can follow us to the hospital."
I nod.
Hospital, Washington D.C
Sitting around, waiting for results makes me antsy. When the doctor finally exited Alice's room, she looked at me.
"You here for Allison Mc- uh, a Foster, ma'am?"
I stand and nod.
"Well, Miss Foster's CT scan was clear of any bleeding, but we can't be certain. Head wounds can be very surprising. We'd like to keep her to run a few tests, but as soon as she wakes up, she can leave if she wants. We can't hold her. That's all that I can tell you, ma'am. If you'd like to see her, I'll let you know when she wakes up." The doctors reported, then left.
A slight sense of relief came over me. Sure, it's not a guarantee that she'll be okay, but it's enough for now.
I just wish that her results where as positive as Tim's.
About twenty minutes later, a different doctor, a man, came to me.
"Are you here for Timothy McGee?" He asked.
I nod, and he smiles.
"You his girlfriend?"
I smile at the thought. Me and Tim. I love him. Why did I cheat on him?
"Um, I'm not one hundred percent sure."
The doctor smiles some more.
"So you want to. What's holding you back? Commitment issues, you like someone else, or it just won't work out?"
I shrug.
"All of the above. Plus, what's holding me back right now is that, I kinda don't know if he's dead or not. How is he?"
He looked confused for a second, and then he realized that he's working, and I want to know how my kinda brother, kinda boyfriend is.
"Oh, right. The bullet didn't hit any major origins, no major arteries, and went straight through. The short version: he's in pain, but he'll be fine. Gave you quit a scare, huh?"
All I can do is nod.
"He's awake and in his room if you'd like to see him."
After thanking the doctor, I walk into Tim's room, and he looks at me and smiles almost immediately.
"Hey, Abs." He groans.
"Hey, Tim." I respond, and sit.
After a minute or two of silence, I speak up.
"We've gotta stop Ziva, Tim. She killed Tony and she shot you. No one's safe."
After drawing in a sharp breath, Tim replied.
"Yeah, Abby. I know. I still can't believe this. I don't understand what caused her to do that."
My thoughts exactly.
"Let's talk about something else, though, Abs."
Yeah, even though one friends dead and another killed him, unicorns and rainbows are the first thing that pop into my head.
"The Doctor that told me that you're okay thought that we're boyfriend and girlfriend."
Tim widens his eyes, and we laugh very hard together.
"Seriously? Did he call you ?" Tim sarcastically asks.
"No doubt that that thought crossed his mind."
We both just stay there in silence for a little.
The silence was broken by Tim when he noticed how much I was shifting in my chair.
"Um, those hospital chairs are pretty uncomfortable. Why don't you lie down?"
I nod and lay down next to him, trying so hard not to grin.
I lose the battle when he puts his arm around me.
"Abs, you remember when we were dating and we would look just like this, but in your coffin instead of hard hospital beds?"
I smile.
"Yeah. We had great times." I respond.
Tim shifts uncomfortably.
"Yeah. Had. If you hadn't cheated on me and ended our relationship, we may still be having times like this regularly, and the death of friends wouldn't be what makes us be like this. Maybe we'd be married. Maybe with kids."
I look at him.
"Would you like that?"
Tim looks at the ceiling and sighs.
"Yeah, is would. You have no idea how many times it crosses my mind. I love you. Always have. I just don't know if you did. Or do."
I lay on my side and wait until he looks at me to respond.
"I do love you. I did then. I always have… which is why I want to get back together with you."
Tim sighs
"Abby, I'd love to get back together with you, but at the same time, I don't. I always pictured you as someone who would never hurt me, and that was one of the most painful things I've ever experienced. Then and now, you seemed like the one, and I just didn't feel like I was enough. Now I'm just, confused, Abs."
I look at the ceiling.
"I love you so much. You're the one, and that was one of the worst things I've ever done, and I'll regret it forever, regardless of what you decide. Just know that if you're willing to pick our relationship up where we left off, I am, too, because I love you." I answer as I begin to get up.
He grabs my arm and kisses me.
"I have faith in you and this relationship, Abs. Please just never do that to me again."
I smile.
"I won't, Tim."
He smiles.
"So, what now?"
Tim smiles.
"Well, I'm free now if you'd like to hang out, girlfriend."
I smile.
"I'd be glad to."
He smiles back.
1 hour later…
My phone rang, startling us both. I groan.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Miss Sciuto, this is Agent Fornell."
"Oh hey Fornell. How can I help you?"
"Well, I wanted to be the one to tell you the good news. We were informed quickly about Ziva's crime. Gibbs was cleared. We just released him. He's heading over to the hospital now."
I smile.
"Thanks, Fornell." I respond, and then I hang up.
Ziva lost this round. She lost several rounds, really. Not only did she fail in framing Gibbs, she proved that she killed Tony, too. Now, she definitely failed in killing Tim, and probably failed in killing Alice.
Tim looks at me weird.
"Gibbs can come to the wedding." I respond to my fiancé.
He smiles.
"Oh yeah. We were engaged when we broke up."
I smirk and look at him.
"No, I didn't forget, it was one of the best days of my life. So, you wanna be engaged again?"
I smile. Tim and I are technically not engaged, but you know what? I'd like to be.
"Yeah, I do." I respond.
We smile at each other, grateful for this new found happiness that we haven't experienced for a long time.
We deserve it.
After all, we are engaged.
Authors note: Yep. Tim and Abby are engaged now. I like throwing surprises like that. I didn't expect that to happen, either. I just wrote, "Gibbs can come to the wedding.", and it just seemed like a great idea when I saw it. Started off as a typo, changed to a joke, and then became the first pleasant cliff hanger in this fanfic. Anyway, please comment, like, etc, and I'll repost soon.