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"Boss, what am I gonna do?" McGee said, jumping out of his chair. In his haste he knocked his coffee off the table. The cup hit the floor and broke. Tim jumped backward as a ceramic shard embedded itself into the top of his foot. "Damn it!" Gibbs met his junior agent in the middle of the kitchen and forced him back into his seat.
"Easy, Tim! Let me see your foot." Gibbs didn't wait for him to respond. He picked up Tim's foot. "First Aid kit?"
"Under the sink."
Gibbs turned to get it out, when there was a pounding on the front door.
"Tim! You open this door! TIM! God damn it! Open up!"
"Let her pound on the door." Jethro retrieved the kit and bandaged Tim's foot, after removing the shard easily from his foot. As he finished, the pounding stopped. Jethro and Tim exchanged looks as the next sound heard was that of a key in the lock.
"McGee, you gave her a key?" Jethro said quietly.
"Damn it, the key!" Tim scolded himself. He tried to stand, but Jethro pushed him back down.
"Tim! Where the hell are you!" came an angry female voice from the living room. Seconds later, Donna burst into the kitchen, pointing a .45 at Tim. "You had me arrested, Tim," she said with some anguish in her voice. Gibbs, who was still squatting in front of Tim, slowly reached for the gun on his belt. Donna noticed, and took a shot at him, narrowly missing his hand and hitting the floor. The shot threw him off balance, and he fell backwards onto the kitchen floor.
"Take it easy, Donna," Gibbs said gently. "I'm here to help." He raised his hands up in surrender, to show her he hadn't planned on hurting her.
"Get the hell out, Donna," Tim spoke up, attempting to get out of his chair. "Get out now!"
"I'm gonna kill you, Tim! You and your skank girlfriend!" She took a couple of shots at Tim. They missed and went into the wall behind him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Tim asked, cowering in his chair. "Why would you assume that Kate is my girlfriend? Just because I called her? Kate is my co-worker. I talk to her every day, Donna. Just a co-worker!"
"That's bullshit and you know it, Tim!" She took a step closer, the broken mug crunching under her feet. Gibbs got to his feet and attempted to take her weapon, but he slipped on the wet floor. Donna took the opportunity to swing her arm at Gibbs, hitting him square in the face. He took a few steps back, holding his nose.
"Damn it!" he cursed. Donna didn't stop there. She took aim at Gibbs while he was distracted with his nose, and shot him in the shoulder. He went down in a heap.
"No!" Tim shouted, jumping out of his chair in a rage. This was ending, now, and he would be the one to end it. He charged Donna, pushing her against the kitchen counter. He disarmed her and took the clip out of her gun, tossing it in the sink. Donna fought back. She managed to grab a sauce pan that had been left on the counter, and took a swing at Tim. She hit him in the face, hard.
Yelping in pain, Tim stumbled backward. She came at him again, swinging the sauce pan hard as she could, hitting him with it. He tried to fend her off, but she'd caught him off guard, and with each hit his body got weaker. Finally, he'd had enough. As she swung the pan again, he grabbed her wrist, gripping it tight.
"Let go, Tim! Let me go!" she yelled.
"Not a chance. I'm ending this, now." He pushed her backward, and she bumped into the table. She yelped and stumbled, but it didn't stop her. She started picking up the dishes on the table and throwing them across the kitchen at Tim. He ducked and dodged, his dishes smashing against the cabinets behind him.
As she continued to find things to throw at him, Tim heard the most beautiful sound in his life: DiNozzo's voice.
"Probie! You home?" Tony shouted from the living room.
"Tony!" Tim shouted desperately as he ducked to miss a filet knife flying at his face. "In here!"
Tony heard the noise in the kitchen and immediately drew his gun. He cautiously made his way to Tim's kitchen doorway, and p eeked in. He saw his Boss lying on the floor with what looked to be a bullet wound in his shoulder, and Tim cornered by his counter. There was a woman brandishing a chef knife in his partner's face. Tony quietly moved into the kitchen behind the woman. As she pulled her arm back to stab Tim, he reached out and grabbed her arm, snatching the knife from her grip.
"Wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, reaching in his belt for his handcuffs. As he handcuffed the struggling woman, the police entered the apartment and took over. Tim guessed one of his neighbors heard the gunshots, and had called them.
After the police had taken Donna away, and the EMTs rushed in to take care of Gibbs, Tony approached his shell shocked partner.
"Are you all right, Tim?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"I'll be all right, Tony. Thanks," he said, almost condescendingly. He tried to leave the kitchen, but Tony blocked his path.
"You're not all right, Tim. What in the hell happened here?" Tim didn't say anything right away. "Tim, whatever it is, I will not laugh at you. I promise."
Drawing in a shaky breath, Tim told Tony everything. He told him about the frying pan, and what had happened that morning. When he was finished, he stood back.
"Ok, Tony, I know you've got a million jokes in your head, spit them out now."
"This isn't funny, McGee. That crazy bitch could have killed you! Hell, she almost killed Gibbs! If you ever thought I'd make fun of you over this, you're wrong."
"If I'd told you that day I came to the office with the black eye, I'd have never heard the end of it, and you know it."
Tony came over and laid a hand on Tim's shoulder.
"Listen, McGee, I know I poke fun at you a lot, and I'm sorry. You don't have to keep stuff like this from me, though. I'm your friend, aren't I?"
"Well sure, Tony."
"Don't ever feel like you can't talk to me, Tim. Especially with something like this. Domestic abuse is NOT funny. I've seen way too many people get hurt in domestic disputes when I was a Baltimore Cop. It's the worst call I could ever get, to go to a home and see two people, a couple, beating the hell out of each other. It's usually the other way around, but it's not unheard of for the woman to be the abuser. You're the victim here, Tim. None of this is your fault. None of it, you hear me?"
Tim nodded. Tony had his hands on Tim's shoulders at this point, and was shaking him as he spoke.
"Thanks Tony," was all Tim could say.
"Any time, Probie."
"You two want—to get a room?"
Both heads turned as Gibbs was slowly being wheeled out of the kitchen on a gurney.
"We're done, Boss. We'll meet you at the hospital."
"Case – Lance Corporal—"
"I'll call Agent Balboa. He can wrap it up for us."
"Balboa!" Gibbs tried to shout as he was wheeled out of the apartment.
Tony and Tim chuckled. Tony always knew how to get a rise out of the Boss.
After the local police questioned Tim, and demanded his bloody clothing as evidence, Tim went and got dressed, and he and Tony headed up to the hospital. Gibbs was still in surgery when they got there, so they settled in the surgical waiting area.
After an hour and a half, a tall man in green scrubs came into the waiting room.
"Family of Leroy Jethro Gibbs?"
"That's us," Tim said, jumping out of his chair. "How is he?"
"He'll be fine. We got the bullet and patched up the wound. Surprisingly, there was minimal blood loss. We're moving him into a room now. You'll be able to come back and see him in a few minutes."
McGee sighed in relief. He wasn't sure what he'd have done if something had happened to Gibbs in surgery.
A few minutes later, Tim found himself lingering outside Gibbs hospital room. DiNozzo had already gone in and left.
"You gonna stand out there all day, McGee?" Gibbs shouted.
He always knows! Tim thought. He slowly entered the room, closing the door behind him.
"How are you, Boss?" he asked shyly.
"I'll be fine, Tim. How are you?"
"A little banged up, but I'll be all right." He looked at Gibbs' arm, hanging in a sling. "Boss, I—"
"You have nothing to be sorry for, McGee. I should be apologizing to you. I did a crappy job of having your six."
"You got shot for me, Boss. You've given "having my six" a whole new meaning."
"I'm glad you're all right, Tim."
"Now that she's in jail, yeah, I'm awesome!" Tim said, smiling. His face suddenly got serious, and he leaned in toward Jethro. "One thing… Kate can never find out."
Jethro laughed. Kate would not react well to knowing that he'd been shot protecting McGee from a woman who accused him of having a torrid workplace affair with his female co-worker.
"I think we can agree on that."
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