Trauma Queen: A NCIS Fanfiction

Chapter Nineteen

"I'm sorry," Tim and I spoke simultaneously when we got in his car to go home from work. "For what?" We again spoke in unison.

"Go ahead," Tim said, not looking at me.

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I misspoke and I feel bad about it." I looked straight out the window, watching the garage pass us by as we drove towards home.

"Don't be. I know what you meant. I just... I'm sorry for the way I reacted. I didn't mean to do that you know."

I looked at Tim and I knew instantly how bad he felt about his reaction. "Don't apologize. Sometimes I don't think before I speak."

I saw a smile poking at the corners of his mouth. "I get what you mean though. Why don't I take you out for drinks tonight?"

I smiled brightly. "I'd like that. I just have to change when we get back, but I'm good to go whenever."

He nodded. "Sounds good. I'll knock on your door in a bit."

We arrived home and I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading into my apartment to get ready. As I rummaged through my closet for something cute to wear, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I was mostly glad I hadn't fucked everything up, but I was also so happy to be going out with Tim again.

Just as I finished dressing myself in a bright blue tank top and black jeans, I heard a knock at my door. I quickly threw my hair up into a messy bun before reaching for the handle and inviting a well dressed Tim into my apartment. He had on a navy polo and gray slacks and I thought he looked incredibly handsome.

"Let me just grab my purse quick." I ran back to my room, grabbed a black bag, and pranced back over to the door. "After you!"

Tim smiled and led me out the door, taking my hand in his once we were outside our apartment. He told me we were going to an old speakeasy a few blocks over and I couldn't have been more excited. I'd never been to a speakeasy, but I'd heard they usually had a really cool atmosphere.

"So hows your book coming along?" I asked as the wind smacked me in the face.

"Well I've gotten over my writer's block and I have a few more chapters until it's done." He smiled brightly, proud of his work.

"That's great Tim! I can't wait to read it. When is your deadline?"

"Two weeks from tomorrow. I'm going to be a little stressed until I get it done, but once it's done, all the worry will be worth it."

"Most definitely. I'm sure it's going to turn out great and again be a bestseller!"

Tim leaned down and kissed my cheek as he rubbed circles on my hand with his thumb. I leaned my body into his as we walked down the well lit streets of DC.

The speakeasy was in the basement of a restaurant called Dos Ríos, a Mexican place. When we got inside the restaurant, Tim said that we were here for Lawrence and we were taken downstairs to this beautiful old bar. Even though it wasn't a real speakeasy now, it was cool to me that we still had to do the low key thing.

The bar itself was large with all kinds of liquor behind the bartenders. There were high tables lining the walls that would fit at least four people around them. There was a live band in the corner playing jazz and swing music. Then there was space for a dance floor in the middle that was not well occupied by people. I guessed most people didn't dance to swing music.

Tim and I sat at a table in the corner furthest from the band and sipped on Gin and Tonics. There was way more gin than tonic, but I couldn't really complain.

"Tell me about your family," Tim said suddenly. "You never talk about them."

I felt my heart pang in my chest. "Well my parents were both doctors in a local hospital back where we lived. They made a good living. We had a nice house and food and stuff. My brother didn't have a job when we last spoke; he was still in college."

"That's interesting. So you didn't want to be a doctor like your parents?"

I took a sip of my drink. "No. I don't think I could ever do that kind of thing. I couldn't be able to make life and death decisions for someone."

"But you're an EMT? How does that work?" Tim seemed confused at how I could do anything medical related at all.

"Well, being an EMT, I follow a very specific set of protocols. I can only administer like seven medications and I'm not allowed to diagnose or anything. We kind of just patch people up until we can get them to a hospital. We're the only thing standing between them and the grave sometimes, so usually we can't do all that much to hurt someone." I smiled, thinking about my work. I loved being an EMT and I could never trade that for the world.

He nodded. "I guess that kind of makes sense. What was your brother majoring in?"

"Film. He wanted to be a producer I think. He always had an eye for stuff like that. He did the movie reference thing, just like Tony did."

"Oh boy. Was it just as annoying?"

I smiled. "No, not at all. I thought it was endearing to be honest." I looked down at the table for a second to relax myself. I was not trying to get emotional. "Tell me about your family."

"Well, my dad was in the military so we moved from base to base a lot. We never stayed in one place too long. But then I went to college and moved out so I didn't have to keep moving. My sister is still in college and she is studying English Literature. She hated moving around as much as I did, so I think the fact that she's been in this area for so long is a little weird to her. It was just as weird for me when I started at MIT." Tim talked about his sister like she was his best friend. I thought it was so sweet. I was just the tiniest bit jealous of the fact he still had his sister around because I missed my brother so much. And with the anniversary of his death approaching, it only intensified the feelings.

Around two in the morning, we decided to walk back home as we were both pretty tipsy and very tired from a long day of working. Tim had his arm around my shoulders as we walked home, stumbling a little bit, laughing the whole time. There was something about him that made me very happy and giddy. He made me carefree and feel like myself. I didn't have to think around him; I could just be very natural. 

"Do you want to come in?" Tim asked, running a hand through his hair, when we were outside our doors.

I nodded sheepishly. "I'd like that."

He led me into his bedroom and we laid on the bed, facing each other, and just talking between kisses. We talked mostly about the things we liked and disliked. We had similar tastes in music and video games, but very different tastes in TV shows. I was more of a comedy sitcom kind of person, whereas Tim liked crime shows. I wasn't really surprised at his taste in shows. As we talked we got more and more tired and slowly fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.