Ok her it is the last chapter. finally lol. jsut a little mcgiva fluff and a suprise at the end. and btw if ur wondering or if u didnt realize, yes mcgee powerbombed forest in the chapter 12. jsut something that came to me lol anyways read, review and enjoy.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.
It was almost like a metronome to McGee. He was sitting at his writing desk, listening to the clock with his hand behind his back. It was close to ten in the night but he was full of energy, yet all he felt like doing was sitting there and think about the day that transpired. From escaping and finally taking down John Forest, to him and Ziva kissing, to the day in the hospital and all the questioning from Gibbs and Tony, and the big hugs from Abby.
The two agents were taken straight to the hospital when the paramedics arrived. There he received stitches on his forehead and above the eye and bandages on his hand. They wanted to keep him there overnight to keep an eye on him after losing so much blood but he insisted that he was fine and he'll make due, so they released him.
His thoughts were also on Ziva. He was still in shock that she kissed him. He would have never thought in a million years that she be into him. He always harbored a crush for her but he didn't think he ever had a chance, that she'll never go for a guy like him, he figured she went guys like Tony. When she stopped kissing him the first time he could see a hurt expressing in her eyes, so he did the first thing he could think of and kissed her back, and judging from her reaction, he seemed to have made the right choice.
Unfortunately he was unable to talk to her after being found by Gibbs and Tony. In the ER they were separated by doctors as they patched them up and when they were together Gibbs or team member were in the same room and never got a moment alone. And they end of the day they were both released and given a ride home.
Now he sat at his desk listening to the sound of his clock as if it was white noise soothing his mind, wondering what will happen when he returns to the office, what will happen when he runs into Ziva again.
The quiet was interrupted by a knocking on his door, snapping him out his thoughts and back into his apartments. He looked at the door not moving until it knocked again. He stood up and cautiously walked over to his door, picking up his sig sauer from his kitchen counter. He leaned against his door, his weapon ready in his hand.
"Who is it," McGee called out.
"It's me," replied a familiar voice.
Relaxing his body, McGee opened the door to find Ziva standing there with a small smile on her face.
"Evening Tim," she said, "I hope I am not disturbing you."
"Um no, no of course not," McGee said, "would you like to come him?"
Ziva smiled a little wider as McGee let her into his apartment.
"Expecting somebody else," Ziva asked as he saw him put the gun back on the counter.
"I guess I'm just a little paranoid at the moment," McGee told her, "after all that has happened.
The two were quiet for a few moments before Ziva walked over to him and held McGee's hand in hers. McGee looked her as his cheeks turned red.
"I don't know what to say," he said too nervous to look at her.
"You don't have to say anything," Ziva replied softly.
"Why me? How? How can I get so…lucky?"
"How can I not?"
"You seem like the type to go for the guys that are tough and rugged and brave. Those action movie hero types. I'm just a geek. Weak and bland. The only time I'm a hero is when I play my video games. I'm- I'm just McGee."
Ziva couldn't help but smile and feel sorry for the young man in front of her. He looked almost defeated and doubtful.
"Well just McGee," she said tracing a circle on his hands with her thumbs, "you shouldn't sell yourself short. You are exceptionally smart and an absolute gentleman. You are kind and caring and sweet. You are a talented writer. You are a great person McGee."
McGee still looked doubtful but gave her a smile smiled as he looked at their hands.
"And I don't only just go for those macho men you speak of," Ziva continued, "and besides who says you are not like those men in the movies. The past few days you have really proven yourself to be even better then those men. You risked your life and body to protect me. You went up against a mad man and defeated him then saved my life multiple times. That is what those action movie stars do right. The only difference is that you are real. And combined with what I said earlier, that makes you better then any man I ever met in NCIS or Mossad."
McGee couldn't help but smile at what he heard. He could tell from listening to her that she meant what she said. He still couldn't believe it but he was willing to go along with it and let it boost his confidence. He looked at the bruises on her wrist she received from the handcuffs that restrained her. He lifted her left hand and lightly kissed the bruises making her smile. She reached out and touched the side of his face, holding his cheek in her hand, making him look up at her.
"You are my hero," she said looking his emerald eyes, "you are my McGee."
She quickly closed the space between the two and their lips met. Once again everything around them seemed to slow down to a crawl as they both closed their eyes and continued to kiss, letting the night roll on.
Gibbs stepped out of the elevator and into autopsy. Minutes before he was called down by Ducky saying he had urgent news for the senior agent. Finding him working on the burnt body of the now unrecognizable John Forest, he walked to his side.
"You called me Duck," he said to the elder M.E.
"Ah yes Jethro," Ducky replied, "I'm glad you came quickly."
"Well you said it was extremely urgent. Did you find something about Forest's body?"
"Well yes, in a way. Tell me Jethro, was he the only person you and Tony found in that cabin?"
"Yeah. Even the fire fighters searched and he was the only one. Why?"
"Well while I was doing the autopsy I noticed something off."
"There're a lot of things that are 'off' with him Duck."
"Yes of course but I meant different with his body. As I was doing the autopsy the first thing I noticed was that his knee was fractured. Well I thought back to what Timothy and Ziva told us of what transpired in the cabin and I don't remembered them saying anything about injuring his legs. So I looked through his medical records and just to be sure I had Abby run a DNA analysis for me."
"What are you trying to say Ducky?"
"Well apparently my suspicious are correct. This body does not belong to a Jonathan Forest."
"Wait? Are you serious? Are you sure?
"I can assure you Jethro, this is not him. Where ever he is, he still alive, albeit severely injured, but alive none the less."
hahaha what a twist. well there you go, this fic is FINALLY done. it took a couple years but i did. i hope you guys liked it and it was worth the wait. i can finally move on lol but i still liked this fic. i might do a sequel sometime later on down the road. im gonna work on some other story ideas till then. hope you enjoyed and please let me kno what you thought. till next time, KEEP ON READING, KEEP ON WRITING.