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McGoo. McGoogle. McTardy. McFlowerPower. McFlabby. Elf Lord. McZero.

These words swam around Tim's head and made him sick as he sat up suddenly.

He still felt weak from his collapse earlier and couldn't quite register where he was yet.

It was only when he felt a soft hair run through is hair that he realized that he was on his bed and lying against Luke's chest.

"Hey, you're alive," Luke smiled and kissed the top of Tim's head.

Tim reached his hand up and patted blindly at Luke's face, "What happened?"

"The world exploded and we're now living on Mars," Luke said, his voice a tone of seriousness.

"You…Butt," Tim struggled for a second to think of a proper insult.

"Come on, why'd I faint or whatever?"

"At least I'm a pretty butt. And Trent looked you over, said you were just overworked or something. I think he might be right. You slept through the entire night. It's around ten in the morning now. But I think you've been pushing yourself a lot," Luke placed his chin on Tim's head and sighed.

"You need a break, Timmy."

"No. No. I can't take a break. Not until this is all over, not until they've all paid for what they've done," Tim pulled himself away from Luke and climbed off the bed, wobbling a bit as he stood.

"Timmy," Luke said in a desperate tone, knowing that that calling him that always got Tim to listen, "I'm all for taking down your team. You know that."

Tim just shook his head and started to pace back and forth alongside the bed.

"Timothy McGee, you listen to me," Luke almost shouted at his boyfriend as he stood and grabbed Tim's arms.

"You need to slow down or you'll drive yourself mad."

Tim looked at Luke for a few silent moments before he started to smile. And as his grin grew, he started to laugh slowly.

"Don't you get it?" He said slowly between the laughing.

"..Get what?" Luke looked at the man before him with a cautious eye.

"I've always been mad. Or at least since the explosion. Or maybe the near-death experience just brought my madness to the surface. I don't really know. But what I do know is that I'm not the same man who was teased and made fun of for endless hours. I'm not the same man who could be easily pushed over. I'm not…myself anymore. There's a new me now," Tim stopped talking as his smiled faded and he looked down at his bedroom floor.

"And this new me is prepared to do anything to make people pay for what they've done."

Luke was about to respond to Tim, though he didn't know what to say, when a knock at the bedroom door interrupted him.

"Uh, bit of a problem." Trent said as he stuck his head into room.

"What is it, baldy?" Luke asked, a bit annoyed with the intrusion.

Trent glared at Luke but started to explain, "Three members of Tim's team just pulled up. They'll be knocking at the door in roughly three minutes, they're bickering about something that the idiot DiNozzo did. Just thought you'd like to know, Britty."

"You're British too so that name doesn't work," Luke yelled as Trent disappeared from the doorway.

Tim's head snapped up at the mention of his team and he immediately pulled away from Luke's grasp and hurried over to his closet where he quickly got dressed.

"You and Trent need to stay in here. But put anything that we've been working on away. I don't want to risk them seeing anything."

Luke nodded and quickly left. He and Trent both returned within a minute and stood waiting for further instructions.

"Don't make any noises, got it?" Tim finished pulling a pair of socks on and stood up from his seat on the bed.

"Are you going to let them in?" Luke asked quickly, a bit of confusion showing on his face.

"No, but I'll open the door which means they might be able to hear you two talking. So no talking," Tim walked slowly to the bedroom door and walked out, closing the door behind him and leaving Trent alone with Luke.

Trent's calculations were correct as Tim heard a sharp knocking at the door twenty seconds after leaving the bedroom.

He calmly walked over, looked through the peephole, and saw Tony, Ziva and Gibbs all standing there. Tim could tell that they had been up for the most of the night, but he didn't know why.

Tim waited for Tony to raise his arm as if to knock again before he pulled the door open.

"Do you not understand the meaning of 'vacation'?" Tim said as he faked a yawn, trying to act like he had just woken up or had been lazing around all day.

"McGee, this isn't a joke," DiNozzo said sharply as he tried to make his way inside Tim's apartment but was blocked by Tim's extended arm.

"McGee, we just want to talk. We are worried about you," Ziva stepped forward and her face held concern in it.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm completely fine," Tim crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the doorframe.

"McGee. Come on. Just talk to us, we're your friends!" Tony cried out in aggravation. He didn't like how McGee was acting. It didn't seem natural to him.

Tim let out a sigh of frustration and stood up straight, "What the fuck is wrong with you guys? You think there's something wrong with me? I'm not the one pestering a co-worker while he's on vacation!"

The three in the hallway stayed quiet. No one knew how to react to Tim's slight outburst. They'd never heard Tim curse before and Tony didn't even know that he knew how to curse.

"Now, if you don't mind, I am going to get back to my vacation. Or is that not alright for you three?" Tim snapped as his eyebrows rose.

Again, no one said anything.

"Well thank you for your cooperation, have a lovely day," Tim gave a short wave before stepping back into his apartment and closing the door.

"I still think there's something up with him…" Tony scratched the back of his head as he started to make his way back to the car.

Ziva nodded in agreement and followed him.

But Gibbs, who hadn't said a word during the encounter, stayed behind for a few minutes and stepped close to Tim's door.

He was about to knock when he heard Tim talking on the other side, "I doubt this was the last time they'll come knocking."

"I know, but don't worry, they won't be around to knock much longer," Gibbs didn't recognize the next voice that spoke but the words made a chill run down his spine.

He stepped away from the door and ran a hand through his hair with a deep sigh.

This was more serious than he had thought.

Way more serious.


This chapter took a lot longer to write for some reason. I'm not really sure why.

But I hope everyone enjoys it.

And I apologize if Tim seemed a bit out of character.

Plus, if anyone was wondering, Luke is somewhat based off of the actor Michael Obiora.

Also, quick question, how would you guys react if I possibly kill off a character in future chapters? I haven't really decided on whether I want to or not. So opinions will be amazing.

As always, reviews are greatly appreciated and help me make progress.