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Hi everyone. This is my first NCIS story. I've done one SG-1 story and I'm finishing a Bones story. So until that one's complete I wont be adding to this. But I wanted to get the first chapter out and see if anyone liked it or not. I know it doesn't have anything to do with the description yet, but it will. I promise!
(It is a crossover with Stargate SG-1, just so you know. So if you don't like, don't read. Also, the time line will be end of season eight of NCIS and about a year after season ten of SG-1. Tim McGee and Daniel Jackson will be the major characters but every character will have a main role. How could they not?)
And on to the story...
Gibbs sat at his desk and looked around the room. It was Friday night and two of his agents had already left. The week had been a hard one, but they had been able to solve the case involving the murder of a Navy man and his family. All the reports had been turned in so he didn't know why one of his agents was still typing away. As he stared he thought back to the beginning of the week. His agent had been more subdued then normal, but they all had. The case was over, the reports turned in, there was no reason for him to still be sitting at his desk.
"McGee, go home." Gibbs said quietly, so as to not startle him. But startle it did as McGee's head flew up and he stopped typing.
"Boss?" Tim asked confused, thinking he had been the only one left in the squad room.
"Go home." Gibbs said in the same voice as before.
"Oh, um, I just have a few things to finish up on, from before we got this last case." Tim replied as he continued typing.
"McGee if it's from that long ago, one more weekend wont do any harm. It'll wait till Monday. Go home." Gibbs told him a little more forcibly this time. Tim winced and then shook his head.
"I only have a little bit left Boss." Tim didn't even look up as he spoke. So he didn't notice Gibbs approach until his Boss was sitting on the edge of his desk. Tim took a deep breath, stopped typing and leaned back in his chair, but still didn't look up. He sat waiting, knowing what was to come.
"What's wrong McGee?" Gibbs was still using that soft voice and it was a little unsettling.
"Nothing," Tim mumbled, "Just been a long week, you know?"
"McGee." It wasn't a question, it was a statement telling him to answer the original question. Tim once again a took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He still refused to look up.
"A friend of mine, he live's out of state, I found out on Sunday night that he had got injured."
"Is he going to be okay?"
"I don't know." Tim sat silent for a minute before he continued. "Last I heard he was still in a coma. It's been five day's now. But considering he's still alive that must count for something, right." Tim finally looked up at Gibbs, he had a small humorless smile on his face.
Gibbs looked at Tim and saw a mirage of emotions in his eyes. Grief, worry, exhaustion, and even anger. Why anger would be there he didn't know, but he saw something else too. A plea, a plea for Gibbs to say something to make it all go away, make it better. Something Gibbs wished he could do, but knew he couldn't.
"We're not on call this weekend, why not go see your friend?" He hoped this would calm his agent. What little Tim had smiled before was completely gone now.
"No I can't. He's in a Military Infirmary. Even if I did fly out there, I wouldn't be able to get in and see him. We have a mutual friend, he's been keeping me informed. He'll let me know if there's any change. I'd rather be here, working, than be at home doing nothing. Know what I mean?"
Gibbs nodded, he knew. He also knew there wasn't anything he could say to make the situation any better so he tried some thing else. "How long have you known him?" Gibbs knew he had asked the right thing. Tim's eyes lost the sadness and a look of joy came into them. Tim smiled as he looked up at his Boss.
"Forever. I met him when I was eight, he was ten. My parents for some reason decided to foster a kid and he happened to be the one. He was with us for 13 months. It doesn't seem like all that long now, but back then it was a life time. He was my big brother. Still is my big brother." Tim fell silent as he stared at his desk. "We try to keep in touch, not very easy with his job and mine, and it's even harder to find time to see each other. It's been two years since we saw each other for more then a five minute lunch."
"Hey." Gibbs said after Tim had fallen silent again. He waited until he had Tim's full attention. "When your friend is back on his feet, you let me know. I'll okay vacation time for you and you can convince him to do the same, alright?" Gibbs tried not to burst out laughing at the look on Tim's face.
"You understand Tim?"
"Yes Boss. Thank you, but why?" Tim couldn't understand why the Boss was doing this.
"Because you'll both need it." And with that Gibbs headed back to his desk.
"Thanks Boss." He heard Tim whisper behind him, right before Tim's cell phone rang. He was still in shock from the conversation with Gibbs he didn't look at his phone before he answered it. "McGee."
Gibbs watched as the color drained from Tim's face. He watched as Tim closed his eyes and seemed to stop breathing and then take a huge gulp of air. Just as he was going to get up and take the phone from his agent, Tim opened his eyes and spoke.
"Daniel? Oh gosh Danny!" Tim put his head in his hand, "You feeling okay?" Tim was silent before he barked out a laugh, "I'm fine you idiot, I'm not the one that went and got himself hurt, again I might add."
As Gibbs watched he saw the light coming back into Tim's eyes that had been missing all week.
"Yeah, yeah so you say... Okay, that's fine, I'll talk to Jack. You just take care of yourself. Call me when you're feeling better okay?... Love you BB." There was another slight pause before he spoke again. "Jack. Please, tell me he'll be okay?... He sounded so bad... I know that Jack... Yeah... really... Haha... why does that not surprise me... Okay... Yes Jack... I will, I promise... Okay, you too... And Jack... thank you... 'Kay, talk to you then, bye."
Tim hung up the phone and dropped his head onto his desk. He felt Gibbs come up next to him again and then felt a hand on his shoulder. Neither said anything until Tim lifted his head and sat up, Gibbs leaving his hand where it was. Tim's smile lit up his eye's as he looked at Gibbs and spoke.
"He's awake. He's fine, he's awake, and apparently already annoying the Doctor and Nurses. But that's Daniel for you, not even awake for ten minute's and he already want's out of the infirmary." Tim laughed.
"Go home Tim, get some sleep." Gibbs said with a smile of his own as he squeezed Tim's shoulder.
"You know Boss that's exactly what Jack told me to do, and that's exactly what I plan to do. I think I'm actually going to be able to sleep tonight." Tim stood, grabbed his bag and started to walk out until he heard Gibbs' voice behind him. He stopped and turned around.
"Tim. I'm glad you brother's okay."
"Remember what I said."
"I will. I don't think I'll have any trouble convincing Jack, that Daniel needs to take a vacation with me."
With that Gibbs watched Tim get on the elevator with a spring back in his step.
AN: So there it is. It will probably be a few weeks before I get the next chapter up. I so don't want to be doing two stories at a time!
I know that time lines of the two shows don't match up, but hey, it's FanFiction right? We'll just consider it a partial AU.
Please let me know what you thought. Thank you so much for taking the time to read. And if you review thank you double's!