Note: My very first story ever! Hope everyone likes it, and please review. I can't improve if I don't know what I did wrong (or right). And if you're a LotR fan and can't recognize this speech, shame!

Disclaimer: Will NCIS or Lord of the Rings ever be mine? I seriously doubt that, but right now I don't own them.


Nothing. He had nothing.

Tim stared at his computer screen depressingly, willing something to pop up and save him from Gibbs' anger when he found out. He looked up and over at Tony, hopefully he was having better luck. But there he sat, leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Nothing new about that, but the expression on his face said differently. Sadness tinged with a sort of hopelessness. Tim felt a question rise in him, but just as he was about to ask it Tony spoke,

"What are we doing McGee?"

"What?"

"It just doesn't stop, every time we catch another killer, another psycho, someone else just pops up. What's the point? Why do we even try?"

Tim sighed. There was only one way to reach Tony through this haze. He took a deep breath and began to do something he hoped he would never do. He began to quote a movie.

"I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are."

Tony raised his head slightly from his horizontal position. His eyes opened wide and his lips started to curl into a smile. Tim noticed this and continued.

"It's like in the great stories, Tony. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass."

Tony had now stood and a broad smile had bloomed onto his face. Tim was now fully caught up in the moment and had also stood, one hand raised slightly.

"A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something."

"What are we holding on to, Sam?" Tony asked, also caught up in the moment.

"That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for." Tim drew in a deep breath, and then flushed a bit having now realized the entire office had been listening. The other people realized he was done and hastily went back to work. Tim didn't need to turn around to realize that Director Vance had been listening too.

"McGee, very nice movie quote." Tony stopped for a second and then looked at him in mock seriousness, "Did you really memorize that?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, McGeek! You were so cool a few seconds ago. But really, Lord of the Ri..." Tony stopped and then stood erect as he realized something very important. Where was Gibbs?

Smack!

Smack!

"Back to work, both of you!"

"Yes boss!" Tony and Tim said in unison.

"Oh and McGee." Gibbs stopped and leaned over Tim's desk, glanced a much happier Dinozzo and whispered, "Good work, Tim."