Chapter One
"That is possibly the worst practically joke anyone has ever played" He glared angrily at her, moving to get out of the chair and back to work. He was majorly annoyed about being called away for this.
She briefly toyed with the idea of telling him it was a joke and going back to pretending that she didn't know anything about this, but she wanted to do what she thought was the right thing for once in her life. "It's not a joke"
Gibbs growled, standing up from his chair "I don't have time for this Director,I have work to do"
"Sit back down Agent Gibbs" Pulling rank on him was low and she knew it. But she also knew it would be the only way to get the stubborn headed man to listen.
"Okay Jen" He used his nickname for her, purposely trying to undermine her authority "I'll humour you. Just say he is my kid, which he isn't, it's impossible"
"How is it?"
"He's twenty-five; I was married to Shannon when he was born. And he isn't her kid." Gibbs wondered why he hadn't walked out yet, this was a stupid waste of time. Timothy McGee was not his son.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you Jethro, if you would just listen" Jenny said calmly.
"Go on, explain this then" He started flicking through the photos again. Someone had been following his agent for weeks, and Tim hadn't even realised. Or if he had, he hadn't told anyone about it. After he was through with this case he would make sure that this wouldn't happen again.
"If you carry on looking through that folder, you'll find a birth certificate saying that he is in fact nineteen. Born nine months after….."
"Paris?" Gibbs cut her off, looking up sharply.
She nodded, instead of speaking she handed him the lab results. The blood test she had had done proved that Twenty-five-year-old Timothy McGee was their nineteen-year-old son.
"Who knows about this? Does he know?" Gibbs didn't know what to think or feel at this moment. He loved Tim and Tony like his sons, Abby like his daughter and Ziva was slowly becoming a part of the family. But to actually have one of them as his flesh and blood, it was mind-boggling.
"No, just me. And I haven't known long"
Gibbs glowered at her "Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"I just did"
"Don't give me that crap Jen!" He yelled at her "You know I meant nineteen years ago"
"I didn't want a baby, I was at the beginning of my career, I didn't want him holding me back. You were in no state to raise a child, you were just getting your life back together after Shannon and Kelly. So I gave him up for adoption, and I've regretted it since" She admitted.
It was true; she had regretted giving up that baby boy the very second she did. But she had and now was the time she had to deal with the consequences of her actions.
"You had no right to decide that!" He roared "I can make my own decisions about if I'm right to raise a kid."
"I know Jethro" Jenny said softly, feeling incredibly guilty.
The silver-haired man growled in aggravation. It was hard to stay angry at someone who was already angry at themselves. But he also had a lot to deal with at the moment, he needed to vent his frustration some how.
What was he suppose to do? He had just been told his youngest agent was his son. And on top of that, he had changed his documents, lying to the agency to make himself old enough to work at NCIS.
"What are you going to do about his age? He was working here when he was seventeen, and he was sixteen when he started in Norfolk. He can get done for fraud." But whatever his own annoyance was, his primary concern would always be the agents under his care.
"Nothing, as far as I'm concerned this doesn't have anything to do with NCIS"
He nodded, getting up from his seat, making sure to take the folders with him. He stopped when he as at the door because Jenny spoke to him.
"Are you going to tell Tim?"
"No" He growled, still annoyed with her "We are going to tell him. Tonight." He stormed out of the office after that, slamming the door on his way out and stomping down the stairs and to the elevator to get some much needed coffee.
While he was passing, he couldn't help but look at Tim. It was like he was seeing him in a whole different light now he was his son. He quickly left though, mainly because he knew he was freaking the kid out.
"Geez Probie. What did you do?" Tony asked, looking at the direction Gibbs just went. He thought it was only him that could make the boss that angry.
"Nothing" Tim answered quickly, trying to keep calm.
There was something unnerving about the way Gibbs had looked at him. It was like he knew that Tim was hiding something from him. He probably did know, it was Gibbs after all. He was royally screwed if Gibbs knew he had lied about his age.
But it wasn't his fault. He was sixteen when he'd left MIT, he either had to wait five years to get a job in his chosen career, or falsify a few documents, which was child's play for someone as insanely smart as McGee.
"Come on, you must have done something. Think McGee!" Tony really wanted to know what had gotten the boss so annoyed.
And then once he knew, he could tease his partner mercilessly with the information. Just like an older brother would do to a younger brother.
"I didn't do anything!" The Sandy-brown haired man insisted.
"I have to agree with Tony. Gibbs knows something you are not telling us" Ziva said, reading the younger agents body language.
There was a glean of sweat on his forehead, he kept tugging at his shirt collar, as if he was too hot in the perfectly air conditioned bull pen, and his eyes were darting around a bit too much. He defiantly looked guilty of something.
"ooo" Tony tutted, a grin spreading across his face "Hiding stuff from the boss. No wonder he's pissed"
"Shut up Tony" Tim glared at him before trying to ignore him and go back to his work.
"He's not denying it" The Italian American didn't shut up "What are you hiding McSecret?"
Tim didn't rise to the bait; he knew it would only make matters worse if he carried on arguing. Knowing his luck, he'd blurt it out like he had done with Abby.
That was the reason she had broken it off with him. He had just turned seventeen at the time, which was far too young for her, even if he acted a lot older.
Gibbs came back with his cup of hot black coffee, McGee had found the location of their murderer, and they went and fetched him, interrogated him and handed him over to metro.
Now, it was evening time and the team were packing up, ready to go home for the night after their very long day of busting criminals.
The director was standing on the top of the stairs, where she had been for the past ten minutes, waiting for the other two agents to leave before she would join her ex-lover and son.
Tim was throwing his stuff into his bag, trying to get out as fast as he possibly could. He did not want to be left alone with Gibbs after he had been given that look.
"McGee! Wait here, I need to talk to you"
Tim shut his eyes tight, he had just made it past Tony's desk and was nearly in the clear. Almosthe mentally sighed before turning back around to sit on the edge of his desk.
Tony and Ziva were curious as to what was going on, purposely going slow to try and see what Gibbs wanted with the probie. But a quick glare sent them scampering away.
"What is it boss?" The young man asked once the elevator door had shut behind his team mates.
"We are going out for dinner Tim" Director Jenny appeared in the bullpen.
"Uh… ok" Tim said confused. Since when did the Director on NCIS called him Tim, and start inviting him out for dinner with his boss and her.
He was too freaked out by the situation to say anything else, or do much else. Instead he let himself be herded into the back of Gibbs' car with Jenny in the passenger seat, idly listening in on their small talk.
If they had wanted to fire him, or shout at him, or even arrest him for falsifying documents, they wouldn't take him to a restaurant to do it. No, Gibbs would only be too happy to yell at him in his 'office'. So maybe they didn't know, he hoped.
