Title- Ghosts & Demons
Characters- Tim & Sarah
Genre- Hurt / Comfort, and Angst
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters or storylines on the show.
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Chapter 1: The Arrival
Timothy McGee walked onto Naval Bases all the time. After all not only had he grown up on several different bases as a child, but also as a Naval Criminal Investigative Service Special Agent many cases brought him into contact with many bases again.
Yet today he was not walking onto Naval Air Station Lemoore in California to work on a case. In all likelihood he would have rather walked onto this cavernous, densely packed expanse of land that was covered to the brim with military personnel and paraphernalia buffered by his teammates. He knew that Tony would have broken through his darkening thoughts and melted away his tension by cracking some appropriate fitting movie reference, or a so corny it is funny joke. Whereas Kate would steel glances at the probationary agent making mental notes of the changes in surroundings that correlated with the changing of his mood and demeanor. Like the tensing of his muscles as he neared the base jail. She would then store away such knowledge in case she had to call upon it at a later time. Then there was Gibbs, his team leader and boss that would walk with an air of nonchalance that covered up the fact that he was appalled and angered by the fact that anyone would hurt his surrogate son. Just being there would have gone a long way in seeing that Tim got through this ordeal just fine.
And yet as it stood at this very moment McGee walked through the station's entrance flanked only by his teenaged sister Sarah. Sarah a rather average built girl with outrageously curly brown hair, and fierce green eyes was his support system. In a rare moment of unabashed sincerity Tim would expose the fact that the pair had been on their own for a long while, and they had been their own support systems.
Tim and Sarah were led to the base's detention facility military by a pair of Petty Officer's who thought that puffing out their chests made them seem cooler than they were, and that these gestures would get Sarah to ask for their digits. In all reality all it did was make it harder to breathe, because while Sarah was interested in almost all breathing testosterone, today she was not here for that—today she would be here for Tim like he had been there for her over the years. McGee looked around the barred windows and murky gray walls of Lemoore's courtroom and he sensed the lost souls that floated around the thick and unforgiving air. This place and its confined area reminded Tim a lot of a place that he had spent a lot of time in while he was a teenager—while that place was a lot more appealing and free—he had felt neither of those feelings at that point and time. Timothy could feel the chains of the prisoners that had previously occupied this room, and he also pondered what the coming weeks and days would hold and mean form him and Sarah.
He was pulled from such darkening thoughts when the sound of chains and shuffled footsteps came into the McGee's peripheral vision. Tim did not have to look up at that putrid orange jumpsuit, or hear those convoluted words, "Hello Timmy bear" to know who was staring him down.
TBC…