A young boy walked through the park and a bright, sunny, Sunday morning. The young boy, about 12 years old, had stunning greenish grey eyes, and was about medium height. He appeared to have a limp, as if his left leg was injured. He sat down on a park bench and stared out into the open field watching the other kids play. An older man saw him, and the boy caught his attention. He walks over to the bench and sits down next to the kid.

"Hey, I'm Gibbs. I work at NCIS. How 'bout you?"

"Timothy. Timothy McGee. I don't work."

"I know," Gibbs replied with a laugh. "Do you live around here? Are you lost?"

"Yes, no."

"Ok," Gibbs said as he looked at Tim. He noticed that his left leg looked larger than his right; probably swollen.

"Your leg ok?"

"Yeah," Tim lied. It hurt like crap.

"You sure? It looks pretty swollen."

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"You looked down and to the left and you bottom lip quivered a bit. You're lying. What happened?"

"I tripped; playing football," they young boy lied again.

"Can I look?"

"Sure."

Gibbs looked at Tim's leg. He wasn't a doctor, but he knew it was broken.

"Can I take you to the hospital? I want to have your leg looked at. I think it's broken."

"Um, okaaay," Tong said hesitantly.

Gibbs drove to the hospital with Tim in the back seat. Tim was pretty quiet on the drive over.

"Why are you doing this for me?" Tim questioned.

"I am a Federal Agent. I help people. Would you like me to call your mom?"

"You can't. She died 3 years ago."

"Oh, Tim. I'm so sorry! Should I call your dad?"

"No. He let my aunt win custody of me. He abused me. My aunt never really looked after me. She let me do whatever I wanted."

"You don't want me to call her either, do you?"

"That's right."

"Ok, I won't."

When they arrived in the parking lot of the hospital, Gibbs carried Tim into the hospital. They did x-rays on Tim, and, as Gibbs thought, it was broken. They told Tim that he would have to wear a cast, and that he could pick a color. He picked blue, and that was that. Tim hobbled out of the hospital on crutches with Gibbs.

"Can I take you back to my house?"

"Yeah, that would be nice."