Disclaimer: Don't own NCIS/Palmer, don't own Bill Chang or Jamey Mulgrew (owned by OutCold/YouGottaSingAlong), don't own the Time Series

A/N: For OutCold, Doug promised he'd PM you all an explanation as soon as he could. Love you all. Hope you'll forgive my absence and my rudeness, I'm afraid I don't have the time at the moment to review the Time Series, but what I read I loved, keep them going. I'm sorry this is short and pointless but I don't think you had enough Jamey. I hope you don't mind the liberties I took with her, if you mind, call it an NCIS: Time Series fanfic

It's also as thanks for taking on CT, look after it. I like that story.


Jamey rolled over to see her partner hauling on a sock, she blearily pulled herself into a sitting position. "Why don't you put on the rest of your clothes then your socks?"

Bill turned, "Shoot… oh, my head is thumping, Jame." He looked down and groaned, "Maybe I should call in sick. I thought I was dressed…"

Jamey laughed, grabbing a towel. "I'm going to go have a shower, Bill. Try and remember to put your pants on. I'm not sure Doctor Palmer will want you to be in that state in his precious autopsy."

Bill groaned, "Palmer is going to kill me at some point today. I can feel it."

Jamey called from the shower, "Don't worry, you can hide from Jimmy in Terry's company."

"What's Ter done to piss off the Doc?"

Jamey lathered shampoo through her hair, digging her fingers aggressively into her scalp, "Not the Doc, you idiot. Abby. She's always on his back, in case you haven't noticed."

Silence fell between them until Jamey emerged from the shower to a fully clothed Bill sitting looking hurt on the bed, "What did I do, Jay?"

She put an arm around him, "What do you mean?"

"You've been biting my head off and being sarcy for weeks." He rested his head on her shoulder, "I was getting worried. I know you're stressed out at work and all but…"

"No." Jamey faltered. "It's not you or anything, it's just me."

"Oh shit." Bill looked at her in the eye, "You know, I'm a very good stalker, Jay, and I don't think I can currently handle a 'break'."

"What?! No… You've got it all wrong. Completely wrong end of the stick." Jamey swung her legs onto the bed. "Do you want to move in with me?"

Bill grinned in delight, "I would-"

Jamey glanced over the side of the bed, "I think it's a good idea. Then I can keep an eye on you when you try to commit suicide by throwing yourself off beds and over tables and slamming your arm in scalding ovens, and electrocuting yourself…"

Bill looked back at her with an expression of mock offence, "Once. It happens once, and you never…"

"Oh shut up and get to work." Jamey stuck her tongue between her teeth at him.

Bill grabbed his briefcase, "You're cute when you're teasing me, Mulgrew."

Jamey rolled her eyes, "You're cute when you're calling me cute, Chang."

He raised his eyebrows, "You're adorable when you use my surname."

"You're stretching it when you try and get me to call you adorable." She threw a rucksack over her shoulder, "C'mon, I won't make you walk, you can take a lift with me."

Bill looked at her in horror. "I am not BMXing through DC again. I almost died last time, Jamey Mulgrew."

"We'll take the train," she took his hand, leading him out. "My treat."