CHAPTER 3

Gibbs was a little shocked to say the least. It took him a minute to react, but jumped up and tried to find Tim. He was looking around the office for about 45 minutes. He was about to give up and go to Tim's apartment, when he realized he missed one important spot. He took the elevator down to Abby's lab, and there Tim was looking at the computer screen.

Tim heard the lab doors open and knew immediately it was Gibbs.

"I didn't believe him at first, so I ran a DNA tests and they confirmed it."

Tim turned around and looked Gibbs in the eyes.

"We have 12 alleles in common…There's no doubt about it. You are my biological father."

Gibbs came closer not breaking eye contact.

"I didn't know Tim."

Tim nodded and looked at the ground, all the sudden fascinated with his shoes.

"Hey!"

He looked up at Gibbs again.

"I swear Tim. I didn't know your mom was pregnant when I left for boot camp. If I had, I'd have been there."

"Are you just saying that because you can't tell me the truth, or do you really mean it? And Please! (Tim closed his eyes) Just don't lie to me. I can't deal with another lie."

"Look I may be a bastard to deal with at work, but I don't abandon my kids."

Tim looked at Gibbs confused.

"Kids?"

Gibbs grinned.

"Well yeah. Did you forget about Kelly? You would have loved her Tim. Well maybe not. You'd have been siblings. I don't know how much love there would be there."

Gibbs chuckled. Tim…didn't.

"Look Tim…We'll deal with what we're given. I have a son! You have no idea how happy that makes me."

Tim nodded.

"Come on. Let go have dinner?"

Tim nodded and followed Gibbs out.


They stopped at a small diner on the outside of D.C. They ate dinner in silence, once they were finished Gibbs spoke up.

"What was your dad like?"

"A lot like you. Didn't take crap from anyone, and never showed emotions…not even his family."

Tim dabbed his face with his napkin, stood up and threw some money on the table for their meal, and walked out. Gibbs followed him out.

"What do you mean by that?"

Gibbs had to jog to catch up to Tim. He put his hands on Tim's shoulder and turned him around.

"Do you know the first time I ever heard my dad say he loved me?"

Gibbs shook his head.

"On his death bed. Right before he told me I wasn't his kid. It all made perfect sense. No wonder he never told me! I wasn't his kid. He was a jerk. I hated him when I was a kid, and now I'm not so sure that that's changed."

Tim looked into Gibbs' eyes and saw that they were filled with emotion.

"Tim?" Gibbs whispered.

"I know. We were both taken for a ride here. The worse part is now I don't know if I can trust my own judgment. I thought I could trust my family of all people. But they stabbed me in the back. Now what? What do we do from here?"

"Why don't we start with getting to know each other?"

Tim nodded.

"And Tim."

"Yeah?"

"Don't question your judgment. Just because two people betrayed your trust, doesn't mean everyone will. Trust your gut."

Tim nodded, and smiled for the first time in over a month.

THE END


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