Never Alone

Tim walked into the hospital with Ducky, he had promised Gibbs he'd get his head looked at, the skull fracture he had suffered was giving him the worst headache he'd had in years.

Ducky sat beside his bed as the doctor talked with him about the results of the x-ray, Tim zoned out he didn't want to know.

"You need to have someone keep an eye on you for 48 hours." Ducky said.

Tim nodded absently.

"Do you have someone?" Ducky asked.

Tim shrugged, "Don't think so, thought I did, but nope…not me…all alone…forever alone, not wanted, not needed, just a drone." Tim babbled as the painkillers from the hospital took effect.

"Maybe I should call Jethro?" Ducky thought aloud.

"Why?" Tim asked, "He doesn't care…not unless he needs me to fix his email, I'm not important to the team Ducky." Tim turned and looked out of the window at the Washington night sky.

"Nonsense my boy, you are very important to the team."

"Only because they need me to work their computers, if I were that important Ducky they'd be here."

Ducky looked around, he had to admit, when one of the group were hurt or injured they did tend to rally around, but then DiNozzo's father was…well Senior, Bishop…she had her family he supposed, but she was too new and hadn't actually been injured yet for him to make an assessment of her, Abby was adopted and Gibbs did tend to make sure he was there for her, Ziva…she had needed Gibbs' steady hand and guidance, before she had decided to forge a new path for herself, but Tim…?

Tim had always been quiet and unassuming, he had met his sister and grandmother through cases, both seemed to love him dearly, his father had been a bit abrasive and Tim hadn't talked about him in a long while. But he was surprised by what Tim had said in the elevator when they had left NCIS.

"McGee?" Gibbs had called as Tim and Ducky walked to the elevator, "Who's your Next of Kin? I can call them for you." he had offered.

"Don't bother Boss, I don't have one." Tim had said sadly as the doors closed.

Ducky had looked at the forlorn face of his friend as the doors shut, his injury making it hard to hide his pain.

"Timothy?" He said looking over at his friend.

"Not now Ducky." Tim said staring intently as the buttons on the elevator lit up and went out on each floor, as soon as the door had opened Tim had walked towards Ducky's car.

"Do you want me to call anyone?" he asked.

Tim climbed into the passenger seat. "No one to call." He said.

Tim sat on the bed waiting for his discharge letter as Ducky started to fall asleep.

Tim stretched feeling better as the painkillers took effect.

He looked around, why was he here? Delilah was upstairs, she had been injured in the blast and she needed him.

He quietly got off the bed and walked out of the ER heading up to the third floor where he knew she was.

As the door to the elevator closed Ducky woke up.

"Timothy?" he called, he stood up and walked outside their cubicle looking for a nurse. "Excuse me have you seen Agent McGee, he was in with a head injury, he was in yesterday's bombing." Ducky informed the nurse.

"I think he was heading up to the third floor to see Ms. Felding." She said, she had been in the ER when Delilah had been brought in and had been touched by his concern towards the young woman and his determination to be there for her.