A/N: Last chapter! See the first part for the disclaimer. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed, alerted, and favorited this story along the way. It's much appreciated! I hope you guys enjoy this last bit, and please review. :)
Now disarmed, McGee sits on Tony's couch, putting his head in his hands. Tony sits on his armchair, keeping his distance from McGee now that the ordeal in the bedroom has had time to sink in. Gibbs simply stands in the corner, just watching his two agents with a mild anger toward McGee's actions.
"I… I don't even know what to say right now," McGee says softly. "Sorry doesn't feel like enough."
Tony doesn't say anything, instead choosing to let McGee have the floor.
"I… I can't believe I just held you at gunpoint. I tried to kill you. I put a hole in your bedroom wall."
"Better than my head," Tony comments with a shrug.
Gibbs looks at Tony, who eyes the boss slightly dismissively.
McGee looks up at Tony with a slight frown. "How can you be so callous about this?" he asks. "I broke into your apartment. I held you at gunpoint. I planned to kill you."
"You came to your senses," Tony replies, shrugging.
"And that makes it better? Tony, I would've killed you. I wanted you to wake up to torture you. I friggen pistol-whipped you."
Tony touches his cheek tenderly before shaking his head. "Your mind wasn't in the right place."
"And that's supposed to make it better?"
"You're coming back. You should be fine."
McGee sighs, dropping his head into his shaking hands. "I'm so sorry, Tony," he says, breaking down. "I can't believe I did this to you. Oh, man, I'm so sorry."
Tony sighs himself, wanting to comfort McGee but also being worried that the younger man would try something else. He looks up to Gibbs, his eyes betraying his confliction. Gibbs nods.
"How did…" McGee starts.
Tony smirks slightly. "You took my gun," he says. "You didn't take my cell phone."
McGee nods, now realizing that Tony had taken the phone and likely called Gibbs. The junior agent looks over at the team leader fearfully. "I'm never going to be allowed back onto the team, am I?"
Gibbs stares back in a non-committal way.
"I didn't think so," McGee whispers.
"You're worried about NCIS right now?" Tony asks. "I mean… I'm more worried about you as a person than you having a job."
McGee sighs, looking down.
"You know this isn't you, right? You know this isn't normal."
"I know," McGee breathes.
"We need to get you help, Tim. Start there. Worry about the rest later."
McGee nods. "I can't believe I put a hole in your wall."
Tony shrugs. "I always wanted a new decoration there."
McGee looks up at Tony in confusion, and the older man simply smiles. McGee shakes his head slowly. "I'm sorry, Tony," he says.
"It's going to be okay, Tim," Tony says.
"It's… uh… it's just a little hard to believe that right now after I just tried to murder you in your own apartment."
"You snapped. It happens. What we do now is we put things back together. We get you some help. You're not alone here, Tim. Everything is going to be okay."
"How can you say this after I just tried to kill you?"
"You're part of the family, McGee. And we never leave a family member behind or hung out to dry."
"Just, promise me one thing."
"What's that?" McGee asks.
"You'll never do it again," Tony says.
Tony nods, sighing and resting back. "Besides, you're not the first member of my family to try to kill me," he quips. "My cousin Marcus."
"Why'd he try to kill you?" McGee asks.
"I stole his girl."
McGee snorts softly. "Ahh."
Tony makes a face slightly. "Yeah. Although, he came out of the closet a few years later, and we laughed about it."
McGee sighs. "You think we'll ever get there?"
"To where we're laughing about it?"
Tony raises and lowers one shoulder. "One day."