Welcome to Jurassic World - Part 15

Leon Vance

"It's not happening Gibbs," Director Vance spoke steadily, his voice firm.

He knew that Gibbs and his team had a habit of rushing in to rescue each other when it was asked of them - he had read the files and he knew how often doing so had gone against more than one 'rule'.

But the truth of the matter was that McGee was not in need of rescuing. In fact, other than a brief phone call to inform her team - through Ziva - that they weren't to worry about her if they heard any worrying reports about Jurassic World and she would be back to work as planned.

His agent obviously hadn't realized that the whole building - damn, anyone with Internet access at this point - was aware of how worrying her situation had been for a while.

But he knew that she was a private person and did not like the attention that DiNozzo thrived on and would not ask for assistance even if she was in desperate need of it - he had read up on the case involving her sister - and if she wished to get her bearings and come back as though everything was normal he would allow that…after a head to toe heath check of course.

So no, he would permit Gibbs and his merry band to go tearing off in search of McGee when she was perfectly fine.

"Agent McGee has already been in contact with Agent David and we know she will be returning to work in a few days. I am sure you can all keep yourself in check that long,"

"Leon-"

"No Gibbs,"

His desk phone chimed and he glanced at the light indicating the line being used. His secretary.

He picked up the receiver and leveled Gibbs with a glare that even he couldn't question.

Out. Now. It said.

And that was just what Gibbs did. Stalking for the room with a heavy tread.

Leon sighed. That man was used to get his own way far too much. He would have to keep an eye on that.

"Yes," he spoke into the phone, "What is…"

Tim - A Few Days Later

"I need to go to work," Tim giggled as she tried to wriggle out of Owen's grip.

Only a few days ago she would have been unable to do that. Her muscles seizing and body aching from her countless tumbles. But now her internal aches and pains were on the mend. If only the same could be said for the bumps and scrapes on the outside.

Her face was littered with tiny cuts from the broken window and longer scrapes she would only put down to running through foliage and dropping to her front more than once. Her legs were pretty torn up to with a nasty gash that ran from the outside of her knee to the inside of her calf - no muscle damage thankfully. Her hands and arms hadn't escaped unscathed either with her left arm taking most of the damage from the broken window and her right matching it after her mad fall and scramble after luring the TRex into the fight.

All in all she was very fortunate to be alive but also a patchwork of stitches and bandages.

Owen on the other hand had escaped with relatively few injuries. She had a feeling it was their clothing that had led to this. While Owen had been dressed for his work Tim had very little to protect her arms and legs.

It didn't matter.

The smaller scraped would heal over nicely and the only possible scaring would be on her leg.

'War wounds' Owen had told her while gently kissing a set of stitches on her arm.

She blushed at the memory.

"Call in a sicky," Owen grouched into her neck.

She scrunched up her shoulder as his breath tickled her skin.

"Owen, we're in the parking lot," she deadpanned, "It's a bit late to call in sick,"

"No one's seen you yet,"

Oh she was sure they had.

Much to her mortification and Owens amusement, they had been made aware of the live news feed that had been broadcast from the park during their confrontation with the Indominus.

They had watched it themselves - thanks to the wonders of YouTube - and Tim had been amazed they had survived.

She was sure her work colleagues had watched the footage - it was too much to ask for them to have seen it - and she was sure that if they had recognized her someone would be on the look out for her arrival.

"The Director knows to expect me today, Owen," she told him sternly, he sighed heavily and finally released her.

"Kill joy," he grumbled.

"Yeah well, we can't all be out of work can we," she smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and drawing away.

She drew in a trembling breath feeling a little embarrassed at the thought of facing her Director.

For the first time in her life she had been forced to call in a favor…she wasn't even aware she could do that but apparently she could.

Both she and Owen had been detained for questioning once they had landed back on the mainland and would no doubt still have been in the horribly lit interrogation room (if it could be called that) being questioned by various members of the alphabet if she hadn't demanded a phone call. She had received it and had placed it to the first person she could think of. The Director. She knew Gibbs would be furious if he found out that it hadn't been him she had thought of first but she wasn't stupid and she knew what Gibbs could and could not do without causing an…incident. And she was not having an incident caused over her. No sir.

The call to the Director - "Of course, Agent McGee, they had no right to detain you once their initial questioning is complete, you will be collected shortly," - had lead to Agent Fornell of all people striding into the room and reading the riot act to her questioner before securing her 'release'.

She had tried to thank the FBI Agent only for him to brush her of with a genuine 'Any time kid,'. She had stuttered out another thanks once he had dropped her and Owen at her apartment.

As Owen would be out of work for the foreseeable future he would be spending the day reconnecting with some old contacts in the Navy and seeing about a temporary position.

Tim handed him her car keys.

"Good luck," she smiled as he took them from her hand.

"I think my quota of lucks been used up," he chuckled.

The Bullpen

"Is she here yet?" Abby asked, her excitement palpable as she burst into the bullpen.

Every agent was desperate to answer 'yes' but unfortunately they couldn't. Everyone had made an effort to get into work early to beat the habitually prompt Agent McGee and in doing so they may have overcompensated a bit.

A desk phone rang and Tony nearly fell on it in hi rush to answer it.

"DiNozzo…Uh huh…uh huh…great, thanks, I owe you one," he hung up.

"That was the gate, she just pulled in,"

A stampede of agents flocked to the windows to spy out their target.

There she was, just pulling into an empty spot in the unusually crowded parking lot.

They watched - some with annoyance, some with sappy smiles - as Agent McGee struggled to free herself from the obviously playful grip of her…companion. Once achieved she headed across the lot to the building.

The elevator dinged and all heads turned.

Fornell stepped out to joined grumbles of annoyance.

"Nice to see you to," he grumbled, taking a sip of the coffee in his hand - obviously it was a little too early for the FBI agent too.

"What are you doing here?" DiNozzo asked from his spot by the crowded window.

"A little birdy told me a certain someone was coming back to work today. Thought I would stop by,"

"Why do you care, Tobias?" Gibbs asked from his desk, always suspicious of any other agencies interest in his people.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Gibbs," Fornell answered smugly, the grin telling everyone he knew something they didn't…or at least wanted them to think that. Damn FBI.

Agents stepped away from the windows when McGee got too close to the building for them to see her anymore.

They prepared themselves to wait a little longer than usual. The woman had a noticeable limp in her step as she came towards the building.

Desk duty, several though with sympathy, a private hell for a field agent. Days of doing nothing but running data and going through cold cases.

"You are not here to hunt McGee, are you Agent Fornell?" Ziva asked, standing with her arms crossed, as curious over the FBI agents presence as everyone else.

"It's 'poach' Agent David, and no, not today,"

After a few more minutes in which all of the agents drifted from the windows and back to their desks the elevator arrived once again.

This time with the person they were all desperate to see.

She wasn't looking up as she limped out of the elevator so she didn't get to see all of the eyes glued on her.

The jacket she had been wearing outside was no over her arm, leaving all the damage visable. It looked like she had been forced into a sleeveless shirt out of necessity. White bandages - some already slightly blood stained covered her skin and her face was speckled with scabs.

She finally looked up and froze just as the door slid shut behind her.

The room was so silent they could hear her gulp.

"Uhh…is there something on my face?" she asked, self consciously, a blush flaming up bright on her cheeks.

This broke the silence as somewhere an agent started to a clap soon followed by everyone else.

To put your life on the line for your job was one thing, they did it daily after all, but to rick your life for the safety of others because it was the right thing to do was worthy of recognition. And in all their eyes this mousy little agent deserved an applause.

The clapping continued as through unspoken agreement her team was allowed to be the first to approach her.

"You did well, McGee," Ziva's calm voice praised her teammate as she pulled her into a gentle hug.

"Way to go, Probie," DiNozzo was next, his comment gaining some eyes rolls from those near enough to hear.

"Timmy!" of course, they couldn't forget Abby, who had to be reminded to be careful with the agent when she pulled her into one of her overenthusiastic bear-hugs.

"You're looking better than the last time I saw you, Agent McGee," this caught everyone's attention as Fornell stepped forward.

Their agent's simply smiled at him and said 'thank you'. It was the tone that caught their attention, making them think that she was saying thank you for something else.

Next up was Gibbs. The whole floor watched as he looked her up and down.

"You OK to work, McGee?" well, what else had they been expecting from him?

"Yes Boss,"

Tada! And there we have it. Tim is home safe and sound and this is the end of this collection :)

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