The Battle for Camelot

Chapter 1:The kidnapping


"Hey, Dad"

"Good morning, Gwen. Breakfast is ready. ",Timothy McGee said to his beloved and only daughter. Gwen sits down.

"Eggs?"

"Sure"

Gwen takes a sip from the coffee her father had prepared for her, before she realizes that something is amiss. "

Where's Jethro?"

"Inside"

"Inside...where?"

"My room"

"Sleeping?"

"No"

"He's awake?" ,Gwen asked with surprise

Her father nods

"Why doesn't he come out?"

"Your guess is as good as mine"

This statement of her father's makes both McGee and Gwen laugh.

"I just hope that..."

"What?" ,Gwen asked her father with curiosity

"That he doesn't destroy my room. Again"

This causes Gwen to laugh lightly.

"Yeah, 'cause the last time he messed up your room, you were indeed a bit angry, so..."

"Messed up? Gwen, I think you misunderstood. My room was like a battlefield when I entered."

Gwen laughs again."I don't think he really wanted to destroy it. You did something to him, did you not?" ,Gwen said sarcastically to her father.

"No...I did not"

"I'm sure" ,Gwen said smiling. She knew that if Jethro reacted like that, that means that someone had done something to him, and that someone was usually her father. But she also knew very well that her father would never admit it, that he had done something to his German Shepherd.

"It's just strange though." ,she continued, taking a sip from her coffee again.

"I know."

"I mean, he's always awake before us and he wakes us up in time, so we can go immediately to NCIS."

"Yes, that's true"

Gwen was also an NCIS agent and she knew very well, as her father did too, that Gibbs hated it when they were late. So she always believed that Jethro made them a favor.

Suddenly it clicked her

"Oh, no..."

"What?"

"Gibbs is going to kill us. We're really late for work." ,she said looking at her watch, as she stood up.

"Sit down, there's nothing to worry about"

"Right. This coming from the man who does whatever he does to prepare himself for work, like a tornado." ,Gwen said ironically.

"I'm not like a tornado today, because Tony called me an hour ago to ask me where the hell I had been, and I heard Gibbs telling him to tell me that we didn't have a case."

"How did you hear Gibbs through the cellphone?"

"He shouted...somehow"

"Oh. That makes sense."

"Yeah."

"Well, fortunately I still wear the clothes I wore for NCIS. Besides it's a lovely day, so I think I'll go for a walk." ,Gwen decided.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I believed that you would want some time with your father, now that we don't have work today."

"Dad, whenever I get the chance...my day is yours."

"But will we have this chance again?"

"Well, have a little faith. Everything can happen."

"I guess you're right."

"Bye, Dad" ,Gwen said to her father and left, only after she had given him a kiss on the cheek.

And it was that time that Jethro decided to make his appearance.

McGee saw him coming closer to him until Jethro sat next to his master.

"Hey, buddy. I guess it's just you and me today, right?" ,McGee said, while stroking the dog's fur.


Gwen was out for a walk. She really wanted to get some fresh air, since the last 2 weeks had been really busy. Lots of people were murdered, including a Lt. Commander, a Petty Officer and a Corporal.

Suddenly, she feels something - like a cloth - on her mouth and then she fell into dark oblivion.