Hey! This is my first fan fiction on NCIS so please go easy on me. The basic summary is:

After a long case Tim finds out that he has a daughter named Laure and her mother has past away. But she has secrets that most people find hard to tell their parents, along with more issues most people don't believe exist.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any other fandom. I only own Laure.

~McGee's POV~

I walked into my small but cozy apartment while being greeted by Jethrow, and threw my coat down on the back of my computer chair. We had FINALLY finished a case that me and the rest of the team have deprived ourselves from about four days of sleep to solve. I didn't have the energy to walk far, so I headed to the couch to sleep on. 'Well... the case is solved, the bad guys have been caught, and now...I can FINALLY go ...to ...slee-', I was sudenly ripped from my happy thoughts of rest by a sound that made me jump fully awake again.

'Its 2 a.m... Who calls someone at 2 a.m.?' I quickly silenced these thoughts as I moved toward the phone to anwser it.

'Riiiing!...riiiiing!...riii-'

"Hello, Special Agent McGee."

"Hello, Timothy McGee? This is Cathy Smith with West Virginia court issues department."

(I don't know if there is one or not, just go with it)

'Court issues?'

"Uh, what's this about?"

"Oh, well it seems that Lisa Harris has past away, and your name has come up in her will. I've been trying to contact you for the past few days. It seems like you've been mentioned in a more personal issue in it."

"Lisa Harris? I think I remember her. We dated for a while in college."

"Well it dosen't look like a custody problem. Your daughter's in the current guardianship of her grandparents at the mome-"

"DAUGHTER?"

(theres a line here. just pretend. my computer isn't working with real ones lately)

And that's how things got started. The pieces of the story were fitting together the more I talked to people. Apparently, soon after me and her had broken up in college, she started seeing someone else and thought that he was the father when she found out that she was pregnant. But after a DNA test was done it was clear that he wasn't... and I was the only other person that could be.

The reason my name was in the will was because she apparently at least wanted me to know about the fact that I had a daughter at some point. That entire week afterwards I barely got any sleep. By the Monday after I found out, I had managed to get some pictures of her and some info on her life as well. She was a girl scout, always top of her class, 14 at the moment, and just graguated high school ahead of everyone else. I had barely gotten any sleep the night before and I was late for work, but I managed to bring some small things with me about her. The one I couldn't look away from at the moment was a picture of her from when she was 9.

~In the Elevator~

I pressed the button in hast, only hoping that Gibbs wasn't in the bull pen by the time I got up there. But yet again, I didn't really have much interest in that or anything besides that picture right now. I pulled it out of me pocket again to look at it some more. 'At least I'm not risking my life to look at it in something I could wreck (yes, I know how stupid and dangerous it is to be staring at a picture while driving).' I still couldn't look away from her. She looked like me. She had my green eyes, my nose, and it seemed like (in the picture)... my smile. Besides being a girl and her blond hair, this could actually seem like a picture of me when I was her age. 'I can remember that conversation I had with Lisa. She said it was something that happened to all girls in her family. No matter what the fathers hair color is, a girl would be born with pitch white hair, and then over time it'll darken to blonde, and at around the age of 20 it'll be some shade of brown.'

I was only taken away from my thoughts and the picture by the familiar 'ding!' of the elevator. I put the picture back in my pocket and hurried inside, relieved to see that Gibbs wasn't at his desk nor anywhere else in the bull pen. But saddly Tony and Ziva were. They were arguing again, 'No suprise there.' something about Tony being a sexist pig (or as Ziva said, sexist hog). But to my dismay, the moment Tony spotted me he cut off the argument to focus on me.

"So McGoo, you're a pretty lucky man today!"

"And why's that Tony?" I stated with little interest in my voice.

"Gibbs's been with Vance all morning. He hasn't been down here since before I got here. Which means that you get a free pass on being late today-"

"No he doesn't Dinozzo." 'Speak of the Boss.' Tony hurriedly moved himself back to his desk to continue pretending to work.

"Yes Sir."

"Sorry Boss, didn't get much sleep over the weekend."

This appearently caught Zivas eye. "None of us slept for 4 days and you couldn't sleep the entire weekend?"

"There's been alot on my mind lately."

Tony, not being able to stay out of a conversation, butted in at that. "You know, you go without sleep for too long you loose your mind."

Ziva couldn't resist making a rebuttle, "So that is what happened to you, Tony."

Gibbs had been sitting at his desk since he walked in and was now looking like he couldn't hear them, but suddenly made an interjection as they both started to yell at each other at the same time. "Hey!"

A quiet "Sorry Boss/Gibbs" coming from both of them was immediatly followed by silence. 'They've been fighting worse than usual these days.' But suddenly my mind went back to that picture, and I absent mindedly pulled it from my pocket again and stared at it.

By the time Tony started talking to me I was too far gone to hear him. To get my attention he crumpled up a piece of paper and through it at my head. It was one way to wake me up, but not the one I would've chosen.

As I was braking my gaze from the picture, I glanced at the clock and realized I had been staring at the picture of my daughter for a good 20 minutes. And when I looked around the bull pen I saw all eyes on me... even Gibbs had stopped whatever he was doing to notice.

"You okay McGee?"

"Yeah boss, just a little distracted." Again my eyes trailed back to the picture in my hand, and again I couldn't look away. This time I heard footsteps come towards me, but still I couldn't look away. Even when the person was standing behind me I didn't look, but Gibbs's voice came clear as day.

"Who is that, McGee?" obviously refuring to the picture.

For a moment my mind wouldn't work, but then it worked on it's own without my instruction of what to say. "That's my daughter."

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KAY! So that's the first chapter in my story. Please R&R to tell me if you like it! If you do that's great! If you hate it EVEN BETTER! I'm probably going to post the next chapter later today or tomorrow, but if it's later than that, blame runaway plot bunnies!

Well goodbye, Shalome, Dirkinshnob, and dont forget to hug a pickle! (believe it or not they don't usually get too many hugs)