The plot was thought up by a friend of mine 'mutant-potato' I hope you like it
This also has nothing to do with my previous story.

The callout had come early in the morning. The wife of a nave lieutenant had been shot in her home. When the paramedics arrived, she had been pronounced dead at the scene.

Memories resurfaced of Shannon and Kelly, but Gibbs pushed them back in annoyance, memories could wait until he had his boat and alcohol.

Striding into the bullpen, interrupting DiNozzo and Ziva's verbal sparing match with a "And that's why you're not allowed to have kids, DiNozzo."

Tony looked up startled and Ziva hid a smirk behind her hand.

"Grab your gear, we've got a dead lieutenant's wife down town."

"Right Boss." Tony said, grabbing his bag from beside his table.

"And where's McGee?" Gibbs asked, not looking up from where he was holstering his gun.

Tony glanced at Ziva and mumbled, "McTardy's not in yet Boss."

Gibbs stifled a groan and looked up at McGee's desk.

"Find him." he told DiNozzo, "Gas the truck and bring it round front." he told Ziva as he threw her the keys. She caught them expertly and walked out to the elevator.

Gibbs glanced over at Tony who had a worried look on his face, he glanced up at Gibbs but said nothing.

"You waiting for an invitation?" Gibbs grumbled.

"No, Boss. Probie's mobiles off and all I'm getting on his home phone is the dial tone."

Gibbs' eyes flashed worry and fear before all emotion was hidden.

Picking up his phone, he dialled Ziva's number, "Ziva, you go take charge of the crime scene. We'll go pick up McGee and meet you there." He hung up before Ziva could reply.

Walking to the elevator, Gibbs called over his shoulder, "Coming, DiNozzo?"

Tony jumped from his seat and followed Gibbs, sliding between the elevator doors as they closed, missing the slight amused smile gracing Gibbs' lips as he entered.

It was a quick and uneventful trip to McGee's house. Gibbs got out from behind the wheel as Tony stumbled out on slightly shaky legs, Gibbs' driving always did that to him.

Gibbs was moving towards McGee's apartment, footsteps muffled by the carpeted stairway.

When Gibbs arrived outside McGee's door, he un-holstered his weapon and waited for Tony.

One look at Gibbs standing beside McGee's front door, gun raised, sent shivers down Tony's spine. A glance at the door saw it open slightly, the lock broken, dead bolt hanging uselessly too one side.

Tony un-holstered his weapon with the fluid motion that came only from years of experience.

Gibbs moved his hands, signalling that Tony would open the door, Gibbs would take the left and Tony the right. Tony nodded his understanding and raised his gun.

Tony pulled the door open, hands steady but his eyes wavered in fear, expecting to see McGee sprawled on the floor, blood seeping from bullet wounds staining the floor a deep read, body already cool and lifeless.

Gibbs poked his head around the door, the room was a mess. Computer parts strewn across the floor, typewriter lying broken against the wall that obviously broke it, books, CD's and clothes lay haphazardly on the floor. But the thing that worried Gibbs the most, that made his heart skip a beat, was the small pool of blood seeping from under McGee's bedroom door.

TBC

Don't you just love clifhangers!