Tim had been sort his laundry to put away when he saw it. He picked it up, examined it from a few different angles, and almost put it back down. He resisted the urge to crumple it up and throw it in the trash can and instead headed back into the common room. "Abs? You still here?" He held up the shirt in his hands, almost as a peace offering ( Read more... )

Tim wasn't entirely sure what time it was, but it was late enough that it was almost completely dark out. Or at least dark on his section of beach, which he'd purposely found away from everyone else who wanted a moonlit stroll. His purpose was something else entirely. He supposed that building a fire would have been easier during the daylight, ( Read more... )

What this meme is all about is expanding on that, to better create a personal history that you can then use to better build personal development. To paraphrase Lindsay, "it's not intended to be a way of avoiding/handwaving actual threads but rather a way of kickstarting them and getting a better idea of where our characters stand with each other. ( Read more... )

He’d stolen a little corner of the lab for his project. Nothing big because he didn’t want any of the regulars to glare at him too hard, but he wasn’t laying out the materials for creating a bomb in the rec room. He hadn’t exactly kept it a secret that he was planning on making fireworks, but he wasn’t sure whether or not he’d explicitly told ( Read more... )

One of the things he’d never had time for in DC was swimming. Between Gibbs and assignments and writing and his sister, there just had never been time to go to the local YMCA, let alone head to any of the nearby beaches. But now he didn’t really have any excuse and, if he continued to look as white as he normally did, Abby would probably start ( Read more... )

He hadn't been on a swingset in years; not since his sister had been young enough to drag him off to the playground and make him push her. His sister wasn't there and he was far too old to ask anyone to push him, so he was just idly pumping his legs ( Read more... )

Mailbox for Tim McGee

Tim wasn't panicking. Not yet. But he was coming close. He and Yuffie had spent all day on Saturday searching and they still hadn't found Abby. When they got back for the night, he crawled into the bed that still smelled like her. Needless to say, he didn't get much sleep. He crawled out of the bed several hours later, took a brief shower, ( Read more... )