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Grim Outcomes

A/N: This story is another version of my previous story 'A Selfless Act'. I was having a difficult continuing that one so I decided to start over and write it differently. This version is a bit different, but the plot will mostly be the same. This story also contains spoilers from the episode 'Truth or Consequences.

Tim watched as Abby and Ziva hugged before going over to his desk and sitting down. He brought his hand to his head. He was in absolute agony. His head felt like it was going to explode. He supposed it probably had to do with the massive blows to the head he'd received when he and Tony had worked to save Ziva. He was sure Tony and Ziva were dealing significant pain as well, probably even worse than he was.

Tim took opened his desk and took out a bottle of aspirin that he'd kept in the office just for occasions like this. He took two pills and quickly swallowed them.

"Headache, Probie?" Tony asked after seeing his partner take the pills.

"Ya think, DiNozzo," Tim asked sarcastically.

Meanwhile, Abby and Ziva finally broke their hug. "Are you okay?" Abby asked.

"I am fine," Ziva lied. The truth was she was very far from fine. She might have been alright physically, but emotionally she was anything but. Being tortured had taken a huge toll on her. "Thanks to all of you," she said as she looked at Gibbs, Tony, and Tim.

"It was nothing," Tony said.

"It was not nothing. You all saved my life when you did not have to. I was no longer your responsibility, but you risked your lives for me. I owe you all a debt of gratitude," Ziva said.

"We're a team, Ziva. We always will be. This is what team members do for each other," Tim said as he tried to ignore the searing pain in his head.

"Come on. I'll take you home," Gibbs told Ziva. "McGee and DiNozzo, you go home as well. Get a good night sleep. And if you don't feel up to coming in in the morning, don't," he told them before going the elevator with Ziva.

"Are the two of you alright? Have you seen a doctor?" Ducky asked.

"We're fine, Ducky. We got a bit roughed up, but we should be fine tomorrow. Right, Probie?" Tony asked.

"Right," Tim said. He was sure he'd be okay tomorrow. He just needed to sleep this headache off and he'd be fine.

"Did you see a doctor?" Ducky asked again. If they hadn't, he would have to insist on examining them. Head injuries were nothing to play around with.

"Yeah, we did. Right before coming here," Tony lied. While Gibbs had forced Ziva to get examined at the hospital, Tony and Tim had not been. He couldn't tell Ducky that though. The man would insist on an exam and Tony really just wanted to go home. He was sure McGee felt the same way.

"Well, let me at least give you both a lift home. You shouldn't be driving after what you've been through," Ducky said.

"That's not necessary, Ducky," Tim said, though it didn't sound like a bad idea. He probably shouldn't be driving with the way his head hurt.

"No arguments, Timothy. I insist," Ducky said sternly.

"Well, I know better than to argue with that," Tony said. "Come on, Probie."

Tim slowly got up and followed the others to the elevator.

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The next morning, Tim found it damn near impossible to get up. His headache had still not subsided. He'd been in pain the whole night. So much so that he'd had a lot of trouble sleeping. So not only did he have a really bad headache, but he was exhausted as well.

Tim momentarily thought about calling in sick. After all, Gibbs had told them to stay home if they needed to. But he was pretty sure Tony would be going in and he refused to have him or Gibbs think of him as the wimp who couldn't work with a little headache, so he got up and started getting ready for work.

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Tim walked off the elevator and staggered to his desk. If it was even possible, his headache seemed to have worsened since even this morning.

"Morning, Probie," Tony said.

"Stop screaming," Tim said as he put his head down on his desk.

"Did you get drunk last night? You look like someone with a massive hangover," Tony said.

"No, I look like someone who got the hell beat out of him yesterday," Tim said without even looking up. He immediately regretted his words. He was sure Tony was about to take this as an opportunity to make fun of him.

"Oh, come on, probie. I was hurt way more than you were. Suck it up, McComplainer," Tony said.

Tim looked up and glared. "Go to hell, DiNozzo!"

"Whoa. No need to get snippy, Probie. Just take some aspirin or something," Tony said.

"Gee, why didn't I think of that? Oh, wait, I did. I've exceeded my limit. I take anymore and it's going to damage my liver," Tim said before clutching his head in agony.

"Oh, don't be such a baby, McGee," Tony said.

At that moment, Tim crashed to floor and started convulsing.

"McGee!" Tony yelled in terror before running to the younger man's side. "Somebody call an ambulance!" he yelled at the other agents before focusing back on his friend. "Hang on man. It's going to okay. It's going to be alright. Just hang on.