So, this story has a lot to do with McGee's dad. I'm unsure if they stated his dad's first name, but if anything, I put it as "John McGee". Also, I know his dad is an Admiral, but in this story he is not, so sorry!

Hope you like it! Please R&R.

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"Daddy! Wait up!" Laughter filled the warm, July air as the eight year old attempted to catch up with his family. He had became momentarily distracted by a huge slug that his sister almost stepped on.
His parents and sister stopped and laughed as he tried to slow down to a walk, but instead ran into a homeless man digging through the trash.
His heart felt like it skipped a beat as he landed on his butt. He looked up at the tall man who was starring back at him, or so he thought since he couldn't see since his dark, chocolate brown hoodie shadowed his face, making him look terrifying in the young boy's eyes.

"S-sorry, sir!" He yelled back, a little too loudly. He pushed himself up, brushed himself off and avoided the man's eyes.

"Don't speak unless I tell you, you piece of- " The man suddenly stopped. He knew he was starring at him, but the small, barely lit street light hung above him, preventing him to see his face.

He looked away, tears welling up in his eyes. "Sorry, I-" He began noticing his dad walking up cautiously, but fast, as if he wanted nothing more but to get to him.

"I said don't speak! Listen to an adult when their talking to you!" The man raised his voice, and suddenly his dad forcefully turned the man around.

"Don't talk to my kid like that, you hear?" His dad yelled, and he was sure someone must of heard him.

He could see his mom motioning him to come to her. His sister stood behind her, looking terrified. He looked into his mother's bright brown eyes, who also looked terrified and it only made the situation seem more scary.

He tried to make his way past his dad and the man fighting, but suddenly felt tugged. He could hear her mother's scream. He felt like all the bones in his body broke as he slammed into the ground.

Barely able to open his eyes, he was able to see his dad fighting with the man still, but this time physically. His mother and sister were at his side crying and screaming. He tried to look back at his dad through glassy eyes, but everything seemed a blur. Soon, the screams seemed to fade into silence, and darkness devoured him.

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"Tony, Bishop; Bag and tag. McGee, you go talk to the witnesses." Gibbs barked, watching the crowd increase in size. The murder of the Air Force officer had been in the center of Twin Lake Grounds, a very popular, well-known, and well-lit park. It was odd to have a murder taken place here, specially since it was in a neighborhood where many rich houses surrounded, and anyone should've known the general income of these houses must have security cameras around.

"You should've seen his face!" Gibbs heard Tony exclaim. He made his way towards him, giving him a head-smack and then ordered Bishop to check the neighbors and any possible security cameras they have installed. She gave a "Yes, Boss." and made her way across the street. Gibbs watched as Ducky pulled out the liver probe out of their latest victim.

"Time of death, Duck?" He ordered, not noticing that he interrupted one of Ducky's stories.

Ducky gave a long sigh and Tony chuckled as he knelt down to take pictures of the victim's wounds.

"Seems like our Victim died between 2200 and 2400 late last night." Ducky proceeded to examine the victim's wounds. "Got a name?" Gibbs questioned.

"No ID on him. Seems like his tag was ripped off. But, I'm sure his wife and children know." Ducky said, looking up at the witnesses that sat at the back of an ambulance truck.

"His family saw him die?" He groaned, but knew it was for the best. They could possibly help ID the bastard.

He shook his head then made his way to McGee who was walking back, notepad in hand.

"What'dya got McGee?" He ordered. His youngest agent looked up from what he was writing with bright green eyes.

"Seems like the family were out for a late night walk around 2300 last night, boss. The kid, Philip Sandoval, age eight, accidentally ran into a homeless guy digging in the trash. He's got a concussion, boss, but he was able to say the guy seemed angry and kept telling him not to speak unless told to." Gibbs watched as his McGee grimaced at what the boy had said, then looked back at his notes. "Said that he couldn't see the guy's face, but knew he was fairly tall, white and -" McGee gave a small smile as he read "Fat for a homeless man." McGee's smile faded as he continued, "Looks like our victim, Chief Master Sergeant Gregg Sandoval pushed the guy since he was holding onto his son. The guy then grabbed onto Phillip harder, throwing him to the ground. The mother and daughter were screaming for the guy and Gregg to stop, then saw the man pull out a knife and stab him multiple times." McGee gave a long sigh, "They also didn't see his face. Said he was wearing a dark brown hoodie that covered his face, but that's all boss."

Gibbs was silent for a moment, trying to absorb the information McGee had given. "How's the kid?"

"Small head injury, but he'll be fine." McGee gave a small smile as he placed the notepad and pen back into his pocket and pulled out his camera from his backpack that hung over his left shoulder.

"Alright, go with Bishop and help interview the neighbors." McGee nodded as he began walking past Gibbs. "And McGee!" Gibbs spoke louder this time, forcing McGee to turn around.

"Rule number thirty-five!" McGee nodded, "got it, Boss." He spoke, then made his way past the street as he watched the crowd.

It was always cases like these - messy and unorganized - that the killer always seemed to roam in the crowds, terrified if they found anything that could possibly link them to the crime they committed. And, seeing the death of this Sergeant, he wouldn't be surprised if the killer was still watching. It seemed like this guy thought prison was better then the streets.

Gibbs groaned, then took a sip of his coffee as he scanned the crowd, all shocked that such a crime could happen in their neighborhood.

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He sat beside the dumpster that belonged to Johnny's Pizza Palace, smelling the sweet smell of warm, melted cheese and peperoni pizzas. His stomach growled.

He remembered when he was able to order a pizza and a beer. He never thought he would be able to miss simple things like that again. That is, until he ruined his life, sending him to prison.

He felt a growl escape his lips, and he stood up, fighting the dizziness of not eating come with.

He wanted to kill him for ruining his life. He wanted revenge. He wanted him to see what he's done to him.

He began walking out of the alley as he watched a brown haired man walking along the side walk with a large box of pizza. He couldn't help but notice it looks like the man he killed at the park only last night.

He pulled out the name tag he still had in his pocket and gripped it tightly in anger. He wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline again, seeing that mother's face was priceless. But the boy reminded him of the man who put him on the streets. The man he wanted to kill.

He began absently following the man that whistled as he made his way to his house. The man digged for his keys in his pockets as he made his way up the front porch steps. Without thinking, he quickly made his way to the man just as he unlocked the front door. He pulled the knife out of his pocket and made it known that he was armed. "Scream, and I'll kill you." He was surprised to find his voice calm and firm from all the adrenaline that rushed through him. He could see the man tremble with the box of pizza still in his hand. "Good boy." He couldn't help but chuckle, "Now open the door."

The man slowly pulled out his keys, shaking as he did so. What was with people being so slow?

The door opened, and voices erupted inside the house. "Daddy's home!"

It was the annoying voice of a small girl. He growled, pushing the man inside the house. "Now, toss the keys." He pushed the man in front of him to keep a further distance, pushing him around. He tossed the keys just as the little girl appeared behind the stair case. Her eyes widened seeing the knife he had pointed at her father. He smiled, her face seeming to make this all the more fun.

"Living room. Now." He ordered, and he could see the weak dad let a tear escape as he looked at his daughter.

"You too, Come on!" He seemed to scream more at the child then the dad, but he had to admit. Children just pissed him off. They were nothing but selfish brats.

The girl began to cry, but she rushed to her dad and gave him a hug. "Shut up!" He screamed louder this time just as the mother came into view. She was holding a house phone, obviously trying to dial the cops.

"Put the phone down, or she dies!" The mother quickly threw the phone down as if it was on fire. He smiled, then pointed to the couch. "Sit."

They did as he said and he smiled.

"Anyone else happen to be in here?" He asked, "If I find you're lying -" He looked at the mother, "your husband and daughter dies right in front of you. Got that, lady?" She nodded.

"Answer me, you pathetic bitch." He growled and she cried more. "N-no one else is here!" She stuttered. God, he hated when people stuttered. It only reminded him of his son.

"Shut up." He growled under his breath this time. He looked around the room, trying to find something to tie them up with.

"Guess I only have one option." He mumbled, and with one swift motion plunged the knife into the man's throat. His eyes widened in pain and screamed erupted.

"Shut up, or the girl's next!" He threatened, pulling at the little girl's hair. She cried out in pain, and the mother only cried harder. "No - no, please!"

"I said shut up!" Why can't people just do what he says?

Looking around once more, he thought of an idea.

He quickly made his way towards a tall lamp, then cut off the cord. He watched as the room got darker, and he made his way to the mother. He threw the cord at her. "Tie her arms up."

She nodded through tears and tied her crying daughter up. She seemed to be around the age of six or seven, but he couldn't tell. Still, he knew she must be old enough to understand to shut up when needed.

"Mommy-!" The girl began crying, and he pointed the bloody knife at her. "Did I say speak?" He yelled at her, and she looked down, closing her eyes as if it would make him disappear.

He groaned, then shoved the mom and daughter into a standing position. "Up the stairs. If you try to do anything funny, I'll kill you. Got it?" He watched as the mother nodded. "Speak when your asked something, dammit!" She cried harder, "Yes! I got it!"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir." She cried harder and he smiled.

They made their way to a large bedroom. He shoved the girl on it, and brought the mother towards the bathroom. "Don't scream, little girl. Or your mother get's it." The little girl nodded through tears, and he slammed the door as he entered the bathroom.

"What do you want from us?" She cried through sobs. He groaned.

"Did I ask you to speak?"

She nodded her head, and looked away. He began pulling his shirt off. "Where's your husband's clothes?"

"I-in the dresser." She stuttered, and he growled once again.

He opened the door, pushing her in front, and grabbed clothes from the dresser. Once satisfied, he pulled the mother back in the bathroom and slammed the door once again. He began turning the shower on as he undressed himself. Using his shirt, he turned the woman around and tied her hands. She cried harder.

"Shut up." He growled, becoming fully undressed. She looked away, and he forced her to sit on the ground as he stepped in. He could feel the warm, clean water dance on his skin, and suddenly felt calm as he thought of what he would have to do next.

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Thirty minutes later, he had gotten out of the shower and dressed in the woman's husband's clothes. He had made the woman and child to go back downstairs and asked for any laptops or computers they owned. The woman showed her where a laptop was, then rushed to her husband's side, who lay lifeless on the crimson red couch.

He groaned, watching as the mother and child cried on the dead man. He shook his head, "Weak." He said, then shoved the knife into the woman's chest. Then, her stomach, then throat and so on. He couldn't seem to stop.

As the child's screaming echoed off the walls, he starred at her, giving her a small smile, then walked closer to her. Her mother and father's blood dripping off the shiny knife. She looked at him in horror. Then, in a sudden movement, the knife dug into her skull.

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He was sitting in a coffee shop, typing away on the stolen computer. He smiled, remembering the last family he killed, and smiled at the fact that he at least didn't look homeless anymore.

After killing the weak and pathetic child, he had found the parent's stash of 'hidden' money, and was able to get himself some coffee all the while he was searching for the man who ruined his life.

His son.

Finding his address and job was easy, even finding where he lived.

Finding the perfect way to get his attention, however, was much more fun and exciting part. He, however, doesn't know how to hack into files, so he needed to find someone else to do that for him.

He smiled, thinking just the right person.

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I'm so confused on how to do those little line breaker thingys, so I just used "0o0" to separate everything. -shrugs-.

Please review. It not only let's me know if people actually enjoy my works, but on what I need to work on in my writing. :) If you are confused about anything, feel free to ask, however I think I cleared some things up, and if not, it should be something that is cleared up in the next chapter.

-Toxxic