A/N: Hello! I am new at writing fanfiction and I wanted to give a NCIS fanfiction one a try. I would love any feedback. You can check out my profile to see more about me. English is not my "first language" so to speak, so I hope I caught any errors. Does anyone know a good beta reader?

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Genres: Humor, slight Angst, Drama, and Crime – (What is up with all the English genres on here?)

Summary: Winter is hitting DC hard and the cases seem to keep coming. However one case hits very close to home for Tim and Gibbs searches out to find him while the rest of the team focuses on the main case. Little did Gibbs and Tim know that there would be more twists and turns than wanted yet Tim rushes to save the entire team's lives?

Chapter One – Rest for One Please

13 October: Day #4 Log - McGee

How many days has it been since I was on the road? At least three though I have to find the source of the problem. My little sister is depending on me yet I also have a blood hound on my trail. I would name him Jethro but that would remind me of my dog…

Oh I hope Gibbs did not put Jethro in the shelter. I already know I am in trouble with the agency but the fact I left Jethro in Gibbs' back yard it might have turned on the blood hound out in my boss.

I should be safe in this motel for a few hours until the ice melts some on the highway roads in the morning. Sarah, by the time you read this I will most likely be fired. If Gibbs is reading this, I have to ask you a question.

Am I dead already or did your Marine training skills catch me yet?

McGee closed the journal he had been writing in whenever he stopped from traveling along the Virginia roads. Snow had forced the young agent to finally pull over and get himself a room. He had been driving well over 24 hours to try and meet the deadline.

Even the "thugs" would understand if he had to rest. McGee would simply rest for about five or six hours and check out at 5:00AM. He would stay longer but he knew Gibbs was on his trail.

He flashed back to the phone call five days ago:

"Hold on…I'm coming," Tim replied towards his cell phone that kept ringing at 3:45 AM. He stumbled out of bed as Jethro, his playful dog companion stirred from his sleep. As his owner walked to the ringing cell phone, Jethro moved over to the warm spot on the bed McGee had occupied.

"Hello?" McGee sounded as he did not even bother to check the caller.

"Is this Agent McGee?" a deep voice sounded, almost computerized.

"Yeah, what do you want Tony?" Tim asked, as he was still half asleep he did not even register what he was hearing.

"Agent McGee…this is not Agent DiNozzo. We could arrange for him to die first."

That was odd. Tony often did not speak about himself in the third person. Neither did Gibbs or Ziva. Suddenly, his tired mind registered what he heard.

'Let me sleep Tony. Not everyone arrives at work late like you do,' he thought groggily.

Tony was not going to die and who had his cell phone number that called him Agent McGee? It took two more seconds for the young agent to realize what he heard.

"Who is this?" McGee finally asked all thoughts of sleep forgotten.

"Let me say I hold the life of your team in my hands," the computerized voice sounded back.

McGee had hardly even slept well even with the few hours he had since he put in for some sick time at work and immediately left Washington DC. Within the last 72 hours he had only had about 15 hours of sleep. He kept feeling alert but his body was tired.

Tim coughed slightly as he took a quick shower and he lay down on the motel bed. He had been coughing a bit today and he covered the blankets around him, as he tried to not to shiver. This freezing weather just had to come, didn't it?

'Maybe I am getting sick. It would make sense considering how cold it is outside. At least my car should be hidden from Gibbs…' Tim thought as he drifted off to sleep. Hopefully he had managed to dodge Gibbs for a few hours. He even parked his car between two semi-trucks and some camping trailers in hopes if Gibbs managed to find his way into this town (he could not even remember the name), hopefully his car was hidden well enough.

"So you did not see this man anywhere around here?" Gibbs asked he held out a photo of Timothy McGee. It was around midnight and Gibbs already knew that the best time to find any clues on McGee were to check the local gas stations around this time.

Any clues he had been searching for seemed to come from the night staff rather than the day staff.

"Look, I already told you once. I saw that kid come in about an hour ago asking for me to turn on the gas pump. He did not say anything else but I did like his ride," the clerk stated as he turned away and attended to another customer as Gibbs backed away.

He growled in anger and left the small gas station as he got into his car. He looked down at the notes he had been taking since he started to follow McGee's trail.

"So McGee is only about 50 miles ahead of me…but where is he headed?" Gibbs whispered to himself not really expecting an answer. Looking at a map, he looked at McGee's route. He was 50 miles to the north?

Sighing, Gibbs decided to go ahead and travel into the next town. Even with the roads icy, he could drive slow and still manage to catch McGee. He knew his agent was growing tired (as was Gibbs).

'McGee…what in the hell caused you to suddenly leave town?'

Thank you for reading and a new chapter is coming soon though I have no idea when updates will be just yet. {: