Dean woke up to the smell of bacon and a warm body lying next to him. He was slightly confused by the bacon smell because the motel he and Sam were staying at didn't have a kitchen.

It took about a minute for Dean to remember that he was at Tim's house. But now, even knowing where he was, Dean was still confused.

Who would be cooking bacon is Tim was still in bed with him? Dean knew that Sam wouldn't just wake up and begin to cook in someone's kitchen.

Dean opened his eyes halfway and softly nudged the body beside him. However, instead of the 'morning' he expected, he received a low growl.

"What the fuck?" Dean mumbled as he scooted away from the growl and nearly fell off the bed. As he climbed off the bed and stood up, he could see a large furry object that was half covered in a blanket.

"Jet likes to wake up on his own time. That's why he growled at you," Tim's voice caused Dean to turn towards the bedroom door and saw Tim standing there with a smile on his face.

"You sure it's not because he doesn't like me?" Dean raised an eyebrow as he walked over to the doorway to give Tim a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Hah! He loves you! When I woke up and got out of bed, he instantly took my spot and you started to cuddle with him," Tim grinned.

"Anyway, get dressed. Your brother and I made breakfast."

"I can smell the bacon. Did you make anything else?" Dean asked, stretching his arms out and walking towards the bathroom.


"Not bad. You two can go ahead and start eating, I'll be out in a few," Dean waved at Tim before disappearing into the bathroom.

Tim smiled and walked back out to the kitchen.

"Is he up?" Sam asked, pouring maple syrup on a waffle as he walked over to sit down in Tim's living room.

"Yeah, just getting dressed. Though I'm afraid I might not be able to stick around to wait for him," Tim grabbed a piece of bacon and bit into it.

Sam raised his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.

Tim swallowed the bacon and rubbed the back of his head, trying to push away the headache that was starting to form, "I've got work. One of my co-workers texted me and said we've got a nasty case."

"You can't just skip?" Sam asked quickly.

"No way. Like I said, nasty case. We need the whole team there," Tim made a small smile as he picked his car keys off a hook on the wall.

"Listen, you two are welcome to hang around as long as you want. Just take Jethro out for a walk some time today? And tell Dean I'm sorry. My job's just really important."

Sam watched Tim hurriedly walk out of the apartment before he leaned back and let out a big sigh.

He only just then remembered the incident from last night with Tim's co-worker. Sam jumped out of his chair and raced to the door. Once outside the apartment, he looked around in hope that Tim was slow getting to his car, but the man was gone.

"Fuck," Sam clenched his hands into fists and shook them in the air.

"Hey, Sammy! What you doing outside? Food's in here," Dean called from inside the apartment.

Sam ran a hand through his hair and ruffled the back before he turned around and walked back inside.

"Why were you outside? And where's Ti-?" Dean asked as his brother came into the kitchen, his last word being cut off as he shoved half a waffle into his mouth.

"Uh, he went to work. But you need to get him back here," Sam leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Seriously? I barely got to say good morning," Dean grumbled.

"Wait, why do I need to get him back here? I can't just pull him from his job because you want to get to know him better."

"Dean, that's not why."

"Then why do you need him back? Just let the man work."

Sam looked at his brother and shook his head.

"You seem to be forgetting about his possessed co-worker from the bar last night."

"…We should probably go get him, shouldn't we?" Dean stood up from the table and started to walk towards the door.

"Yeah. Where does he work?" Sam grabbed the keys for the Impala and quickly followed his brother.

"I have no idea."

"McGeek! You're late," Tim cringed as he stepped out of the elevator and heard Tony shouting from the bullpen.

"Yeah, sorry. Traffic," Tim muttered his excuse as he quickly made his way to his desk.

He had barely sat down when he heard Gibbs shouting 'grab your gear!'.

"Boss, Ziva's not here yet," Tony grabbed his backpack and handed Gibbs a new cup of coffee once he was in arms reach of him.

"She's meeting us there with Ducky," Gibbs grabbed the coffee and headed for the elevator.

Tim quickly grabbed his backpack and also snatched Ziva's from behind her desk before running to join Tony and Gibbs in the elevator.

"What were Ziva and Ducky doing together?"

"Having breakfast. But I'm pretty sure that the death of two marines is more important than your co-worker's breakfast plans," Gibbs grumbled.

Tony looked over at Tim and gave him a look that said 'don't say a word until he's downed the entire cup'.

The three men didn't exchange a word until they got to the crime scene, a small restaurant that had just been closed down for good.

Ducky, Ziva, and Palmer were already there.

"Ducky," Gibbs looked around the area before looking at his ME for answers.

"Jethro, I really don't know what to say. This is an extraordinary case. The only sign of apparent injury to these poor fellows is that their eyes have been burnt out. And I don't even know how someone would possibly burn out a pair of eyeballs!" Ducky looked up at Gibbs and just shook his head. He was slightly flustered with the fact that he wasn't completely sure about the cause of death.

"It's alright Duck, I'm sure you can find out more. TOD?" Gibbs asked.

"About 3:33 in the morning!" Palmer said with a grin on his face.

"Mr. Palmer, I think it would be best to keep the smiling to a minimum while around dead bodies," Ducky said before standing up and stretching his back,

"Right, sorry about that," Jimmy gave a small apology smile before also standing up.

Gibbs turned around and walked over to his three field agents so that they could inform him of the identities of the deceased and whatever else they had found.

Tim, however, didn't have anything important to report so he was still looking around for evidence. He had just taken a photo of a shoeprint when something caught the corner of his eyes. He turned his head to look out of the window and onto the street. He saw a man in a long coat just standing at the other side of the street. Tim raised the camera, trying to get a better view of the man, but when he looked through the camera scope, the man was gone.

He lowered the camera and narrowed his eyes.

"Find anything, McGee?" Ziva asked, popping up beside Tim.

"H-huh? No. Nothing."

"Well, Gibbs just got a call from Vance. They're sending in another team to finish up the crime scene. We're supposed to head back to the yard," Tony walked up to the other side of Tim and nudged him.

"Let's get going."

Tim nodded and followed Ziva out of the restaurant. They ducked under the yellow tape that surrounded the front of the scene and walked to the car and the van parked at the curb.

"Uh, I'll just be a second." Tim muttered as he quickly crossed the street to the place where he had seen the man. He was hoping that the man had dropped something but the only thing on the pavement was a single black feather. Tim picked it up, pocketed it, and hurried back across the street to get in the van with Tony.

"What was that about?" Tony asked.

"Nothing. Let's just go," Tim gave a small smile and buckled his seat belt.

He didn't know why, but he felt a sense of worry when he saw a mental image of the mysterious man.

Tim put his hand into his pocket and gently wrapped his hand around the feather.

He made a mental note to show Dean this once he got home. Again, he didn't know why he felt this way, but Tim thought Dean would find it important.

Here the new chapter is.

I really don't have an excuse for the extreme wait or the bad chapter, but I do apologize.

If you guys want a shorter wait next time, suggestions for the story will greatly help.

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