NCIS - Tim centered. McGee's father, Retired Admiral Bruce McGee makes a surprise visit, bringing up McGee's past secrets. Warning, mentions of child abuse.

Chapter one: The Unforgiven - Metallica

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His shoes shined, reflecting the sky light, his white button up shirt tucked in his black pants. He walked with a grin on his face along with Palmer on his left, and an escort behind him.
He stopped in the squad room where his son worked.
Ziva and Tony looked up from their desk, "May we help you?" Tony asked in curiousity.
"This is Admiral Bruce McGee, McGee's father." Palmer said with a smile.
Ziva stood up, and shook his hand, "It's lovely to meet you." Ziva smiled.
Tony shook his hand, "Happen to have any embarressing stories of little Timmy?" Tony laughed, just as Gibbs walked in, head slapping him.
"Nice to meet you, Admiral." Gibbs said, shaking his hand.
He nodded with a smile, "You too, sir."
"Call me Gibbs. Ziva, where's McGee?" Gibbs asked.
"With Abby, I'll call him up." Ziva said, dialing Abby.
"Hello, dear Ziva. What brings you to call me this fine morning?" Abby smiled.
"Is McGee with you?" Ziva asked.
"Why yes McGee is with me."
"May you bring him up to the squad room, Abby?"
"Sure, what for?"
"His father is here."
"Really? Okay, we'll be right up." Abby hung up, grabbed McGee's arm, and pushed him in the elevator, with a smirk, and her lips sealed.
"Abby, what are you doing?" McGee complained.
"There is a surprise waiting for you upstairs, Tim." Abby bounced.
"You had too much Caf-Pow!, Abby." McGee laughed, then leaned against the elevator wall.
The elevator doors opened, as Abby rushed out with McGee.
"Ok, what's the big deal-" McGee was saying, while getting dragged to the squad room.
He stood at his desk, starring in shock.
"Son." Admiral McGee breathed.
"Dad? What the hell are you doing here?" Tim snapped.
"To see you." Bruce McGee said.
Tim rolled his eyes.
"Get out." McGee ordered, turned around, and stormed out.
They stood in the squad room, shocked.
"I'll see you another time, then. Goodbye." Admiral McGee turned around, and left, with his escort.
Abby turned around, and followed McGee in fury.
"Oh great, let's get Abby before she kills McGee." Tony said, as Ziva, Tony and Gibbs followed.

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"McGee! Why did you do that to your dad?!" Abby yelled in anger.
"You don't know him, Abby!" McGee yelled.
"Then why don't you tell me!"
McGee was just silent, then rolled his eyes.
"Well? I'm waiting." Abby snapped.
"Leave it alone, Abby." McGee ordered, just as Tony, Ziva and Gibbs showed up.
"What the hell happed back there?" Tony asked.
"None of your damn buisness, Tony. Just leave it alone." McGee yelled louder to Tony, even with Gibbs beside him. He didn't care anymore. The moment he saw his father, a fire grew inside of him again. He wanted to yell at the top of his lungs, he wanted to punch something. Someone. Him.
He threw opened the door, and started quickly walking down the stairs, Gibbs followed. "McGee!" Gibbs yelled. McGee kept walking. Gibbs grabbed his shoulder and spun him around towards him, seeing the anger in his eyes.
"What happened?" Gibbs asked, ordering him to answer.
"Let it go, Gibbs. It's no one's damn buisness." McGee snapped, then turned around, and walked out, into the gurage. Gibbs continued following.
"Boss." Tony said, as he catched up to Gibbs.

"He needs to cool off, Tony." Gibbs said, heading back upstairs.
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McGee walked in his apartment, slamming the door. The anger in him grew stronger each second. He grabbed the kitchen chair, and threw it in the living room in anger.
"Damnit!" He yelled, as he punched a hole in the wall. He walked in the bathroom, starring into the mirror.

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"You're dead to me!" The older man yelled to the eight year old blonde boy. His tears strolling down his face, his eyes stained red. Crimson red dripped from his head. His shirt was torn off, as he wore his t-rex pajama pants. He covered himself, and shivered. The man threw his fist, burrying into his chest. The boy let out a cry. Again, the man punched him. "Shut up! You weak bastard!" Yelled the man, throwing another punch. The boy's hands flew in front of him, attempting to cover him. The man grabbed the boys arms, and threw him on the ground hard with a thump! He let out another painful cry. His chest was brown, purple, and what looked like a tint of green. The scars on his throat bled again, his arms bruised in the shape of his fathers hand. The man grabbed a knife, holding the boys hands down. He could see his reflection in the blade, as it came closer to his skin, and the pain weakening him.

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McGee screamed, then punched the mirror, feeling his skin rip, and the blood dripping from his knuckles. The glass shattered. He leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths.

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A knock at the door awakened him. He looked around him. Since when did I fall asleep on the tile floor? McGee thought, he stood up, the knocks became louder. He looked in the peep hole, then threw open the door in sudden anger.
"What the hell do you want, dad?" McGee yelled.
Bruce McGee walked in without permission, shutting the door.
"Get out!" McGee yelled uncontrollably, as he attempted to open the door. Immediatly, Bruce punched him in his chest, as he fell to his knees, gasping for air.
He looked up, standing up. "I thought this shit was over." McGee yelled at him again.
"Over? I'm just getting started, son. After years of not finding you." Bruce said, punching him again. It made him sick to his stomach to think that his father actually attempted to search for him for years, just to beat him up. McGee threw a punch, hitting his face. He flew back in surprise. "Now, for some compettition." Bruce laughed, attempting to stand up, McGee kicked him. "Get the fuck out!" He yelled louder, hoping a neighbor would hear.
Bruce stood up, punching him in the chest three times, as he attempted to punch back, but missed. He searched for his gun on his waist, cursing at himself for leaving it at NCIS.
"I'm going to kill you, you bastard!" McGee yelled, he stood up, just as Bruce hit him in the head, as McGee fell into unconsciousness.

"You know, McGee. I've been studying since before you were born. I know where exactly to stab you, without hitting a major organ. I just want to watch you bleed to death, in pain, you bastard." Bruce yelled, kicking him.

He bent down on his knees.
Pain struck McGee's stomach. He could feel the blood run cold, dripping down onto the carpet. After six stab wounds, Bruce stood up. "I'll take you to the hospital, with one condition." Bruce whispered.
"W-wh...at?" McGee cried out in pain.
"if you tell anyone who did this, I'll kill that beautiful darling goth, what's her name again? Abigal, yes. It'll be such a shame to see her precious life go to waste. But, of corse. Sarah will know. I should just kill her too." Bruce smiled, spinning the bloody knife in his hand.
"I'll kill you." McGee said in anger, weakly.
Bruce laughed. "I'm in the process of doing that to you, Tim." Bruce stood up, and walked out, leaving a bloody hand print on the door knob.
McGee reached for his cell phone.
7 missed calls.
He ignored it, quickly calling Sarah.
After three rings, she picked up.
"Hey, Timmy!" Sarah answered.
"S-sarah...help me. in my apartm'nt. stabb'd. don't tell th-the team." McGee said, his weak voice trailing off.
"Tim, stay with me! I'm calling the ambulance, please don't die on me!" Sarah yelled into the phone.
"Timmy? Tim?!" Sarah cried.
His eyes began closing, fading into darkness.

(0o0)

He felt a warm touch on his wrist. His eyes popped open in panic, facing the figure.
"Sarah? Where am I?" McGee questioned.
"You're at the hospital. I thought you were goanna die, Timmy." Sarah cried.
"Please don't cry, Sarah. I'm alive."
"Tim, you were in a coma, for a week. I thought...I thought.." Sarah cried harder, wiping her tears with a tissue.
"Wait, what about my team? Do they know? They can't know" McGee paniced.
"No, I told them as you were driving, you got into a wreck.." Sarah said.
"That won't work, Sarah. What about my car? They'll notice there isn't a dent in sight."
"Well, I drove it to my friend, and told your team it's getting fixed. They didn't suspect a thing. And, I told the nurse to call it a car accident, because it's an on-going investigation. So far, they don't suspect a thing. The doctors say, you may be able to leave the day you wake up, since your wounds are healing quickly, you got about 36 stitches, Tim. And, your bruises.." Sarah trailed off.
"Looks like when I was younger? I know, I remember." McGee said with a sad tone.
"I can't believe dad found us..Timmy. There is something I never told you.." Sarah held McGee's hand tightly.
"What is it?" McGee asked in worry.
"When I was seven...he...he raped me." Sarah began to cry harder.
"I'm going to kill the bastard, he'll be out of our lives forever." McGee said in anger.
"No! so what? He's dead, you'll be in prison? No. McGee, why can't you tell your team? They're like family to you, right?" Sarah asked.
"Because..he'll kill Abby, and you. I can't let that happen." McGee said.
"I want this to be over, Tim. Just tell your team, and put me and Abby in a safe house." Sarah suggested.
McGee was silent, thinking of what to do.
"Fine.." McGee said, unsure.
"Thank you!" Sarah hugged McGee, "I'm going to get the doctor." Sarah said, running out the room.
McGee sighed, closing his eyes. He wanted to cry.
Cryings for the weak.
Why did his father's "advice" stick in his mind? He took a deep breath and opened his eyes to the doctor and Sarah.
"Look who's up. I'll need to check on basic things, like your blood pressure, and get your antibiotics, and within an hour, you may be able to leave if everything looks alright, but you will need to be with someone at all times. And I heard you're a special agent? No field work for awhile, ok? Until Dr. Johnson allows it." Dr. Smith smiled, as she walked closer. "I need you to lift your shirt, to check your wounds."
McGee did as she said, she checked beneath the wraps, then checked the bruises.
Well, it looks fine. Healing quickly, Agent McGee. I'll get your antibiotics." Dr. Smith said, then walking out.