Ziva walked into the lab and immediately noticed the lack of music, though that was not surprising. She has not been listening to music since Tim was rushed to the hospital.
"Oh, hi Ziva."
"I think we need to talk." She looked around. "Where is Jethro?"
Abby paused in her typing for a second before continuing. "My landlord wouldn't allow me to have Jethro live with me, and I couldn't find anyone to take him, so I had to hand him over to the pound."
"What did you want to talk about?" Abby finally turned away from her computer and faced Ziva.
Ziva clasped her hands in front of herself as she spoke, "I believe I need to know if you are going to cause any problems for Gibbs and McGee."
Abby's eyes widened before she quickly shook her head. "No! No, no, no, no, no. I may have not understood it before, but after seeing a moment that I saw, I know that they really love each other and…after everything I've done, I'm not about to get in the way."
"Good," she nodded. She would not have to kill her then. Having all she needed, she turned to leave the lab when Abby called her. Ziva turned back to face her. "Yes?"
"I wanted to apologize for the way I acted in the hospital. I had no right to talk to you like that, and slapping you was way out of line."
"Yes, it was."
They stared at each other, each silent in their thoughts before again Abby broke the silence. "Do you think McGee will talk to me now?"
"I do not know," she admitted as it was true. Whenever she visited Tim, they always stayed away from the Abby topic. Even Tony has not brought it up. "But you will not know unless you try."
Leaving with that advice, she headed back to the bullpen to do some researching, and after a few phone calls left the office.
"Hello. Can I help you?"
"Yes. I am the one who called about the German Shepherd named Jethro that was dropped off here."
Tim couldn't do his usual computer hacking, gaming, or anything complex as he could still only use his right hand fully. His left hand could finally stay out of the sling, but moving his fingers was still difficult. Anytime he tried to move his left hand fingers like he usually would when working the keyboard, pain would shoot up his hand.
So, he was stuck with a fully functional right hand and his pointer finger on his left. It sucked, and it sucked even more because he was stuck in the house and was getting restless.
Ziva and Tony were stopping by all the time, along with Ducky who kept an eye on his hand and neck. He's already had a follow up with his doctor who said he was doing fine. Palmer has even stopped by, once and fearfully because even though Tim lived there, he still thought of it as Gibbs' home. Abby on the other hand hasn't visited which he was happy about. He needed to focus on recovering.
Though he knew it was only a matter of time before their conversation finally happened, and today was that day.
He was sitting on the couch in the living room, jazz music playing in the background as he surfed the internet and checked mail. Gibbs called to say he was going to be a little later than usual but was going to pick up dinner on the way home.
There was a knock at the door and figuring it was their nice older neighbor, he set aside his laptop and headed to the door. "Hey Mrs. B-Abby?"
"…Hi McGee. Can-Can I come in?"
Figuring it was time for the conversation, he stepped aside to allow her to enter and closed the door after her. He walked to the living room and turned off the music and turned to see Abby looking around.
"It's changed last time I was here."
"Yeah," he said look around also. Gibbs' home had been plain and basically bare. Simple and…bare. It had been like Gibbs, but also not. His last wife was responsible for painting his walls white and he had been living with a reminder of her; but once Tim moved in, they changed one thing which required changing another. And soon he, Gibbs, and Ziva had remodeled the house. Now, it was warm and inviting, a mixture between Tim and Gibbs.
The basement was still all Gibbs' though there was a couch down there for Tim to use if he ever joined Gibbs down there. While Tim brought in his electronics, his big flat screen TV with surround sound and computers, they kept Gibbs leather furniture, some of his woodwork furniture. They never touched Kelly's or the master bedroom as Gibbs' hasn't touched them since their deaths, and Tim wasn't going to demand that of Gibbs. So as Gibbs slept in the guest room, they turned that into their master bedroom.
Their home was them and they loved it.
Tim sat back down where he had been sitting before Abby's knock and gestured for Abby to take the chair. "So…"
"How are you doing?" she asked looking at his hand.
"I'm doing fine. Recovering. Now, why don't you say what you came here to say," he suggested.
"I…McGee I…" She cleared her throat and frowned. Tim just watched her, feeling no sympathy for her like he would have felt not too long ago. "I know what I've done, with the dog and over the years, and I know they can't be fixed with a sorry, but I am. Sorry."
He stared at Abby who squirmed under his stare before speaking. "Abby, I've forgiven you for a lot of things. And you've really hurt and betrayed me when you basically turned against me…for a dog."
"But I can't forgive you for what you said to Jethro." At her questionable look, he clarified, "When Jethro told you and the rest of the team how he knew I was sick, you basically said he couldn't and didn't love me. That was plain insulting and the cruelest thing you could have said. Abby, I can…overlook everything you've ever done to me, but I can't overlook what you said to Jethro."
Abby had tears running down her cheeks, her eyeliner running. "Can you never forgive me?"
Tim sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Honestly I don't know Abby. I've lost…all trust in you. I just," he huffed as he had no words to describe how he felt when it came to the woman in the chair, "I don't trust you and if I do forgive you, it's going to be a long time before I do."
Abby choked on a sob, but nodded sadly. "Okay," she whispered. "I'm going to-to go."
He stood and walked her to the door, watching her drive away from, just as Gibbs pulled up. "Hey," Tim said as Gibbs came up the steps and on to the porch.
Gibbs looked back down the road as Abby's vehicle drove out of sight. "Abby finally come to talk to you?"
"Yeah," he said and closed and locked the door before following Gibbs to the kitchen.
"I can't forgive her," he simply said and poured some whiskey for Gibbs and water for himself. "Not after what she said to you."
Gibbs looked at him and smiled before wrapping his arms around him from behind. "You are so selfless it amazes me."
Tim smiled and leaned back against the warm hard chest. "I won't let anyone say anything about you. She was way out of line."
The older man tucked his face into his neck and gave him a small kiss. "I love you Timmy."
He turned his head to look at his lover and beamed. "Love you too. Now, enough of that and let's eat. I'm hungry."
A/N: I couldn't just let Jethro the dog be sent to a pound and put down when no one came to buy him after a while. And Gibbs wasn't going to take the dog in after what happened to Tim, so I figured, Ziva! Hope you all liked the story and please review.
Next in Ziva: McGee's Keeper series...Give Us Power - Being stuck in an elevator for 9 hours and 21 minutes...well that can allow a good amount of time for a little brother to annoy his big sister.