It was a normal day at NCIS. They had just finished up a case and were currently filling out paperwork. Everything seemed fine. Then, Tim's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" he asked. He paused to listen, looking worried.

"Yes, this is he." He seemed confused.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, looking thoroughly concerned. His team was watching as his facial expression turned from concern to shock.

"Are you sure?" There was a pause as whatever had happened was confirmed to him.

"Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can." There was a pause as he glanced at Gibbs.

"No, I'll get there. It's no problem. Have you said anything yet?" Tim looked around at his coworkers.

"Alright, I'll get on the first flight I can." He hung up the phone.

"Boss, I'm gonna need a week off," he said seriously.

"For what?" Tony asked.

"No time," Tim said, "I have to get there fast."

"Where, McGee?" Gibbs asked.

"Cleveland," Tim said as he typed quickly, most likely booking himself on a flight.

"Is everything alright?" Ziva asked. Tim didn't respond.

"It's nothing anyone has to worry about. Look, I probably won't have my phone on at all, so don't worry if I don't pick up. Actually, just don't worry. I'll be back in a week." He got up, pulling his coat on as he left.

"Well, that was unusual," Tony said, "Not like McGee to leave like that."

"It must be important," Ziva said. Gibbs nodded, not liking this one bit. He had every intention of following his agent to Cleveland, but not until he knew what was going on.

Tim was settled down on the plane comfortably when he made the call.

"Hello?" a little boy answered.

"Hey, buddy. How are you?" he asked, smiling a little.

"I'm okay. Are you coming?"

"I'm on my way."

Gibbs entered the director's office unannounced as usual. Vance sighed.

"What now, Gibbs?"

"McGee just left," Gibbs said, wanting to throw Vance off guard. He did.

"Left? He quit?"

"He got a phone call and requested a week off. He said he was going to Cleveland." Vance raised an eyebrow.

"Why would he want to go there?" Gibbs shrugged.

"Whatever it was, it must be important. Any ideas, Leon?"

"Not a clue. Why don't you talk to Miss Sciouto? She might know what's going on."

"Thanks, Leon."

Gibbs went down to the lab, only to find that Abby knew nothing either. It was frustrating to not know what was wrong. He needed to make sure his agent was okay, that he wasn't in trouble. Only then would he stop and rest. He sat down and decided to dig.

Ten minutes later, he was on his way to the airport. He needed to talk to Tim ASAP. This needed to be dealt with. Now.