Trauma Queen: A NCIS Fanfiction

Chapter Eleven

I didn't know how long we danced for, but one by one everyone dropped like flies until it was just Tim and I still dancing. When I was drunk, I could go on forever. I assumed Tim was only staying with me to make sure I didn't collapse onto the floor, but I appreciated his company anyways.

Soon enough, my stripper song, as I call it, came on. Rae Strummand always got me dancing like a complete idiot. I bent my knees and moved my hips in seductive paths, thinking I was sexy as hell. In reality, I probably looked like a sack of rabid chinchillas.

I saw Tim looking at me in awe, his eyes constantly trailing up and down my body. Without even a second thought, I grabbed his hand and pulled him behind me, grinding my ass into his hips. I could tell he was shocked when he completely stopped moving, but I didn't think to stop. After a minute, he slid his hands down to my hips and held me close to his body, moving along with me. Without realizing it, Tim and I were grinding on one another.

When the song was over, I pulled myself away from Tim and turned to face him. I could tell he was either embarrassed or turned on, but I didn't know which. I leaned in close to him.

"I'm sorry; I should've asked first if it was all right to do that." My speech was so slurred.

He leaned down and spoke quietly in my ear. "Do not apologize. I'd been wanting to do that since we got out here." He kissed my cheek and I smiled. He was definitely less awkward and nervous when he was drunk. He nodded towards our friends. "Let's go back and sit with them."

I nodded and followed him back to our table, trying to fix my hair on the way over. Tim, with his awkwardness, slicked back hair, emerald green eyes, and goofy smile, had me pretty much smitten. I didn't know whether it was because I was drunk or if I really did like him, but I knew I needed to talk to someone who knew him. Abby had been making comments about Tim and Tony, so I figured she would be a good resource. I made a mental note to talk to her when I was sober.

"Have fun out there McGeek?" Tony asked as Tim slid into the booth next to him.

His face went red. "Actually Tony yes I did." I put my head down and tried to hide the smile that was on my face.

"Hey Naomi, want to come get a drink with me?" Abby asked with pleading eyes.

I nodded. "Yeah sure!"

The two of us made our way over to the bar where we sat on the stools and waited for the bartender to finish up with his current customers.

Abby whirled her head to look at me. "So What was that out there with McGee?"

My eyes widened. "Oh god." I put my face in my hands. "Abby I don't even know. Things have been so confusing I don't even know where to start."

She laughed. "The beginning would be good."

I sighed. "I guess it started when Tim and I watched Friends the first night after I started work. He fell asleep on my couch after we stayed up so late talking and drinking. It was really nice and we really connected. And then there were the conversations that we had where I felt so close to him. And then he and I watched a movie and ended up falling asleep in his bed..."

"Oh my god. You two didn't... ya know... right?" She twirled one of her pigtails.

"Oh no no. We just fell asleep. But I woke up with his arm around me so there's that. And then there's Tony. After I," I took a breath, "after I killed the man in the warehouse, I was freaking out and Tony was trying to get me to shut up so he kissed me. And that was just so weird and confusing. I didn't know what to do. And then I talked to Tim about it. But at that point, I didn't know I liked him. I didn't know I liked him until tonight Abby." I sighed. "I don't know what to do." I hung my face in my hands.

"Well, the thing with Tony was probably just him being... well, Tony. He's a player and very suave so I'm not surprised. I guess it boils down to which one you like Naomi. Do you actually have feelings for one of them?" Abby gave me a sympathetic, yet curious, look.

I really did have the hots for Tim. He was intelligent, funny, charming, and most of all very handsome. He was able to make me smile and he could cheer me up when I felt terrible. He made me feel intelligent and cute. He helped me with Jon without even a second thought. And he always knew exactly what to say at all times.

"Yeah, I do." I smiled. I looked over at the table and saw our friends laughing and having a good time. But most of all, I saw Tim smiling like a goofball. He leaned his head back and laughed, something so small that I thought was so attractive. He caught my eye and gave me a small smile and I looked away with red cheeks. "I like Tim, I really do."

She sighed. "There's just one teeny tiny thing. Gibbs has these 'rules'. And number 12 is one that he never explained. Rule 12 is never date a coworker."

I immediately felt my stomach drop to the floor. I tried to not show the hurt on my face, but based on Abby's sad smile, I could tell I had failed. "Are you kidding me?"

"Unfortunately not. I know that it's weird, but Gibbs is very particular. And I don't know what you think is more important, your happiness or your new career. And if I were you, I'd seriously think it over because this isn't something you can do without a second thought. Like I said, Gibbs is particular. And I know he would make you choose Tim or your job." Abby gave my shoulder a squeeze as she looked over at the table. "But for now, put on a smile because McGee is walking over here. I'll let you guys talk." She walked back towards the table, giving Tim a hug as she passed him. Abby left me with nothing other than swirling thoughts and stress.

"Hey, everything okay?" Tim asked, taking the seat Abby had just vacated.

"Just peachy," I said glumly. "I think I'm going to just go home." I stood and immediately sat back down. I was feeling very dizzy after all the drinks I'd had.

Tim took my hand and helped me stand. "Let me come with you. You don't look so good."

Even though I didn't want him to come, I couldn't argue with the fact I didn't feel too hot. In fact, if I could make it home without vomiting, that would be a win in my book.

After saying goodbye to our friends, we made our way to a taxi outside the club. The ride back was silent, other than Tim asking me if I was okay every few minutes. I would nod and then go back to staring out the window, deep in thought about my predicament.

Tim knew about Gibbs' rules, so why did he let me grind on him? Was he thinking with something other than his head? I mean, he was a guy and they did tend to think with their penis... I shook that thought out of my head and stared out the window, seeing nothing but complete darkness.

"I had a good time tonight," Tim said as we approached our doors.

"Yeah. I did too." I smiled at him, feeling less nauseous now that I was standing again.

We paused outside our doors and he took my hand in his. I felt my breath hitch as he did this. I didn't know how to react. I was both happy and worried. I saw Tim's eyes shift from my eyes to my lips and back again. He started to lean in to me and I put a hand on his chest to stop him. He looked at me, very confused.

"Rule 12," I stated quickly, separating from him and scurrying into my apartment, upset. I didn't hear him enter his apartment for several minutes and only one thing ran through my mind.

Did I do the right thing?