A/N: Hooray! I finally figured out how to do an author's note!

This is just something I came up with. For those of you who read Tying Up Loose Ends, this was born through writer's block. Sorry, I'm working on it. For those of you who don't, you should, I've heard it's really good from reviewers and friends.

Thank you to all of my readers, and here is Justified Injustice!

It had been a slow week.

All they'd been doing was going through piles of files, each case colder than the last. The area around McGee's desk was cluttered with crumpled paper balls, Tony's effort to keep his sanity. Unfortunately, it was having the opposite effect on McGee. All he wanted was a case.

He was enjoying the peace and quiet at the moment. Gibbs had sent Tony and Ziva out for lunch. He'd gotten too annoyed with all of the fighting, and had finally sent them out.

His peace was short-lived, however; shattered by the sound of his phone ringing.

He sighed as he picked up the phone. "McGee."

Gibbs looked up from the case he was working on. Across the bullpen he watched McGee's face transform from one of confusion to one of concern.

"I'll be there as soon as I can; we'll find her," he said as he hung up the phone. He quickly began grabbing his gear.

"Everything all right, McGee?"

"No. I think we've got a case."

Now Gibbs was confused. "All the three of you have been saying for the past week is, 'why don't we have a case?' and now it's not a good thing?"

"No, it's not. That was my uncle from Upper Moreland PD in Pennsylvania…"

Tony had chosen the longest route possible to get to the restaurant everyone had agreed on. Ziva was growing impatient, but he was enjoying the freedom away from the office.

His phone rang just as he was parking.

"DiNozzo," he answered, waving Ziva inside; she was waiting with her hand on the handle.

"Tony, I need you back here as soon as possible. We've got a case," Gibbs told him.

"Really?" Tony's excitement was evident both on his face and in his voice. He gave Ziva a thumbs-up through the window.

"You'd better wipe that grin off your face before McGee sees it."

"Why –?" he began, but Gibbs had already hung up.

Joining Ziva, Tony was confused.

"We've got a case," he told her.

"Finally!" she exclaimed.

"Not so fast. I think this one hits close to home for McGee."

"Did Gibbs tell you about it?"

"No, but he warned me not to look too happy around McGee."

"Well, here is our food now. Can we please take a more direct route back to work?"

"Here, Boss," Tony said, tossing Gibbs his burger. "Where's the McGeek?"

Gibbs shot him one of his infamous Gibbs-glares. "He left already. He wanted to be there first, by himself."

"Where exactly is 'there', Boss?" Tony asked.

"Willow Grove, Pennsylvania."

"Isn't that right outside of Philadelphia? Why are we going there?"

"Tim's cousin was kidnapped."

A/N: Sorry it's so short. I'm a busy girl, but I'll update as soon as I can.