Plot: McGee is attacked on his way home from work and knocked unconscious. He wakes up in the bed of his apartment with a familiar face watching him. Samson Johnathan McGee, Tim's twin brother. The question is who attacked McGee, why and what has Sam done to make a criminal from the NCIS most wanted board come after him?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's and the general idea/plot. Everything else belongs to its current owners. No profit is being made from the story, it is purely for enterainment purposes.
Author's note: Thank you to all those who are following the story and thanks to Crawcolady, Flip Flop Pete and athea781 for reviewing. You all made me very happy. Have a virtual cookie whilst I do a happy dance. More chapters will be updated ASAP (a week at most) as my college course has alot of assignments. I've changed McGee from waking up on his sofa to waking up in his bed as it would make more sense. This story is set around series six of NCIS and Tim and Sam are identical twins apart from the fact that Sam is blonde and Tim is a brunette. Sam McGee has a middle name (Johnathan) as he was first born and their father wanted to pass his name onto the first born. Virtual cookies to anyone who can identify the song in this chapter. Now, on with the story and enter Sam.
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Chapter 2: Oh Brother
Silence. Nothing else but silence reaches Tim's ears disturbing him from his some what peaceful slumber. The taste of iron from his blood now long gone and replaced with dry saliva. Pain. McGee still felt pain, but less and a cold feeling covered his chest like a blanket soothing the constant pain to a bearable amount. The author's head is soaked, mainly at the back of the skull, and his body is covered by a thick, blanket-like sheet of some kind that felt familiar for some reason. Realizing that just lying here with his eyes closed would get him nowhere, the NCIS agent forces his eyelids to part reveal a blinding light that causes Tim to shut his eyes again, tight.
"Tim, Timmy boy, you awake?" A familiar voice asks full of concern directed at the agent.
After a few attempts the author is able to open his eyes in spite of the morning light entering the room through a nearby window and focuses on the blurred face in front of him. Several, rapid blinks clears his vision and McGee understands why he recognizes the voice and its owner. Now that his vision is clear the author realizes that he's in his own bed of his apartment and sat in the black armchair, near his bed, is a man he knows very well.
Soggy, sunshine hair and a face that mirrors his own stares back at him. Two gentle, emerald orbs observe the agent as he studies the man he hasn't seen in over a year. A black, buttoned up top with short sleeves is partly covered by a plain, black hoodie that's unzipped revealing the top underneath but hiding the man's many muscles and abs. Matching cargo pants and a pair of black and white Adidas trainers with three diagonal white stripes cover his bottom half.
"Sam?" A groggy McGee asks uncertainly to the man, who nods with a grin in response, confirming Tim's theory of who he is. "Hey, sleeping beauty, you finally awake?" Samson Johnathan McGee, Tim's identical twin, asks. "Yeah, I think. We're in my apartment." Sam looks around the room before turning back the the agent, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Are we? I never noticed." The author rolls his eyes at his brother who's smile just grows at the motion. "Still the same as ever I see. What I meant is, how did we get here?" The NCIS agent asks as said man waves his hand as if saying something unimportant. "Oh, I brought you here and patched you up. Not important. The important thing is this; do you have a girlfriend yet? 'Cause if you don't, I know a girl who..." "Wait a minute." Tim interrupts his brother's terrible attempt of setting him up who just tilts his head to one side. "What?" "Those guys, who where they? They mentioned you so don't pretend you don't know them, 'cause you do."
Samson shakes his head and stands up. "Not important. They won't bother you again, don't worry. So, I'll be off it was good to see you but I have to go now. Things to do. People to see, bug and get in trouble with. Be good, Timmy. See ya." He walks away from the agent in question despite his protests. "Hey! You can't just say something like that and walk off." Tim declares to the back of his leaving brother, who just exits the room without a second glance.
Getting no response, McGee decides to take matters into his own hands and pushes himself, with much pain and effort, of the bed, slowly to stop the oncoming dizziness. The pain makes the author almost cry out but he manages to hold back most of it and notices several frozen ice packs strapped to his bare chest and one at the back of his skull. McGee always keeps many of them prepared for emergencies. Looking around he notices his blood stained shirt and black jacket, from last night, thrown on the floor near his bed. The agent carefully removes the ice pack from his head and reaches up to feel how damaged it is. Pain emerges from the point where McGee's hand touches and he pulls it away, quickly. Inspecting the hand reveals no further bleeding to his head and, satisfied, he then removes the other ice packs to reveal purple, fist and boot shaped markings littering his chest. Bruises.
A familiar tune goes off and McGee heads for the source of it from within his blood stained jacket. He picks up the jacket despite the complaints from his chest and, after a thumping sound from the other room, Sam re-enters the bedroom, out of breath and with a panicked look on his face. Tim raises his eyebrows at his brother as he removes his mobile from the pocket of his jacket. "Sam, calm down. It's just my phone and I thought you were off." The man in question noticeably calms and shakes his head. "Nah, I wouldn't leave my little bro in...well...that state." He gestures to McGee's bruised body who checks the caller. His face pales as he answers the ringing mobile. "Hi, boss. I know I'm late but I..." The NCIS agent pauses as his boss, special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs speaks, well, shouts, on the other end.
"McGee, you're late by over two hours. Unless you're dying, get into work, now. We need your help with a case."
"Yeah, I know, boss, but..." A small beeping noise notifies the author that his boss has hanged up. Sighing, he moves over to his wardrobe, opens it and removes a long sleeved, navy coloured, buttoned up shirt, formal black trousers and a matching jacket. The agent continues to find a pair of formal, blacks shoes whilst, near the door way, his brother just stares. "I know your boss said they need your help on the case, and this is gonna sound stupid, but, what are you doing? You can't go to work like that, you know. You're injured." "I'll be fine." The author responds without looking at his brother as he enters the bathroom with the clothes and shuts the door.
Sam walks up to the door and knocks on it. "No you won't and I'm not letting you go to work like that. By the way, your car's outside all repaired and I used your credit card to pay it for the repairs." The door flies open to reveal Tim looking annoyed. "You stole my credit card and used it to pay for my car repairs?" At the twin's nod he shook his head. "You do realize, you just committed fraud." Sam roles his eyes at the statement. "One, I didn't steal your card, I borrowed it to pay of your car repairs. You should hide it better if you don't want other people to find it. Two, the mechanic never asked if I was you or not, in fact, he complimented you on your hair. I think he may fancy you or something. And three, I'm hungry. Do you have any nachos?" The author growls at him and slams the door in his twin's face who tilts his head to the side. "Fine, cheese flavored crisps then." At the sound of a shower running the sunshine haired man shakes his head with a smile and sits on his brother's bed, waiting for the shower to be completed.
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After fifteen minutes, Sam easily got bored and started singing to entertain himself. "Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl. With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there. She would merengue and do the cha cha. And while she tried to be a star. Tony always tended bar. Across the crowded floor, they worked from 8 'til 4. They were young and they had each other. Who could ask for more?" The sound of the bathroom door opening brought Sam back to the real world, revealing his wet haired brother, who is now dressed in a black suit with a navy shirt and black shoes. "Right, Sam, I'm going to work. I'll see you later. If you're still here that is." The man in question got up of his brother's bed and followed him into the main room.
"Bro, bro, bro." Sam declares as he moves in front of Tim and places a hand on his right shoulder. "Timmy, think about it, you're injured. So..." "So..." "So you can't operate heavy machinery and thereby can't drive to work. And you're supposed to be the smart one. You could get a lift, but, your co-workers are probably to busy to come here and back and your neighbors are most likely at work already. Oh well, you tried." The agent pauses for a second, realizing his twin is probably right, before an idea comes to him. "You can drive." Sam nods as his brother walks over to a bowl by the front door and gets something out of it. "Yes, that's right I can drive you to...wait...what?" The author turns back to him with an item in his left hand. "You have your license, don't you?" "Well, yeah but..." "Then you can drive me." McGee chucks the item at his brother who catches it in his right hand and realizes that the item is in fact car keys. "Oh, alright, fine, I'll drive you. Are we gonna get something to eat, though. I'm starving?"
The agent sighs as he moves to another part of the apartment and returns after a few minutes with two cereal bars. He passes one to Sam and opens the other. "Here, this will have to do for now. I know your hungry, Sam, I am to, but, I have to get to work before my boss decides to fire me." The man in question nods and follows the author out of the apartment to his brother's car. The agent enters the passenger side as Sam mirrors his action on the driver's side. Sam, put on his seat belt and notices Tim doing the same, his face revealing the pain it causes him. "You alright." "Yeah, now, lets go. I'd still like to have a job at the end of the day." The sunshine haired man nods, inserts the keys and, at the confirmation of the engine working, drives off to his brother's workplace following the directions that Tim gives him along the way.
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"So this is where you work, Timmy." Sam asks the man in question as he turns of the ignition and the two men exit the car in front of a large building with the letters N.C.I.S. on a nearby sign at the front. "Yeah, NCIS. That's..." "Navy Criminal Investigative Service, I know, Sarah told me the last time she was here. Nice job clearing her name, by the way." The author nods and, after Sam locked the car, the pair begin walking towards the building. "Sam, you don't have to come with me, you know. I can handle myself." "Yeah, tell me the same last night and I'll believe you." Upon entering the building, Tim realizes Sam isn't gonna leave him just yet and walks over to the reception desk, his brother close behind. "You still haven't told me what happened, Sam." "I told you, I brought you back to your apartment and patched you up." The NCIS agent stops and turns to face his twin. "In detail." "Oh..."
"Hello, can I help you?" A polite, female voice asks to the left of the pair.
A female, receptionist in her early twenties with fiery, sunset hair and gentle, sapphire orbs watches the pair as Tim turns to her and flashes his NCIS ID. "Hi, special agent, Tim McGee. I need a visitor's pass for my brother behind me." She nods and fishes around the desk until passing the author a visitor's badge and a sign in sheet. After filling out the sheet and thanking the woman, the agent gives the visitor pass to his twin who pins it to his jacket. As they walk away Sam looks back at the woman and then turns to face Tim. "You know, I think she fancies me." The author rolls his eyes at his brother, scans his card and presses the button for the lift. "You think everyone fancies you. Honestly, you're like Tony, only worse." "Hey, I am nothing like Tony...who's Tony and what do you mean by, worse?"
Ding!
The elevator doors swing open allowing the agent and the visitor to enter. They do so and the brunette haired man orders it to go up. As the lift complies, he turns to Sam. "Tony is my friend and co-worker. You're worse than him as, well, I didn't have to grow up with him and he doesn't keep secrets." "Hey, I tell you things." The agent's eyebrows shoot up. "Really?" At the twin's nod he continues. "How about the time you fed chocolate to Danny, my dog, and said that he was sick, not poisoned?" "Ah yes, Danny, well, that was..." "Or how about the time you 'accidentally' destroyed my MIT acceptance letter and didn't tell me? Or the time you slept with my girlfriend whilst we were still dating?" Sam, for once, is lost for words and begins to enter a trance.
Ding!
Tim huffs and exits the lift on the floor of the bullpen intent on joining his team as the sunshine haired man finally snaps out of the trance. "Yeah, well, Timmy, I had my reasons." The agent reaches his desk and turns back to his twin who's drawing confused looks from Tony Dinozzo and Ziva David. "Like what?" "Well...how was I to know that dogs can't have chocolate?" Tony and Ziva watch the pair with deep interest as the author shakes his head at his brother. "Maybe because dad told you all the time...and you were fourteen. You should have known better." The man nods at this. "OK, fair enough, but, one, I never listen to dad and, two, the dog lived, remember. I destroyed your letter as a dare and your girlfriend, well, she was hot." Tim rolls his eyes at his twin. A smiling Tony and smirking Ziva decide to get involved as they watch the pair who seem to be having a staring competition.
"Oh no! I've fallen down the well with Timmy and now I'm seeing double." They all watch the Italian agent as he continues with an accent.
"It's that or scientists have found the secret to human cloning. You see, you're in a desert, walking along in the sand, when all of a sudden you look down..." Sam smiles at the man and decides to play along. "What one?" Shock plasters Tony's face for a second before vanishing behind his regular, cheeky grin. "What?" "What desert?" "It doesn't make any difference what desert, it's completely hypothetical." "But, how come I'd be there?" "Maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself. Who knows? You look down and see a tortoise, Leon. It's crawling toward you..." "Tortoise?..."
Ding!
"What tortoise are you talking about, Dinozzo?" A booming voice echoes around the agents and guest as Leroy Jethro Gibbs enters the bullpen, coffee in hand. "Nothing, boss." The older man nods and walks over to his desk as Sam turns to the boss. "Blade Runner. It's a classic." No response from the man causes the twin to get bored and asks, to no one in particular, "Ah, the boss. Is he always like that?"
"Indeed. Gibbs is more of the silent type." Ziva answers for him as Tony returns to his desk trying to look busy for his boss.
The blonde man turns back to the mossad agent who he hasn't noticed until now and smiles flirtatiously. "Hello. Samson Johnathan McGee, but everyone calls me Sam." He holds out his hand for her to shake it and she offers her hand to complete the greeting. "Ziva David. You may call me Ziva and I shall call you Sam, OK?" Instead of shaking her hand, upon grasping it, the twin bends down and places a single kiss on it. "You can call me whatever you want, Ziva." She returns the smile and McGee noticeably pales. "Please, I just ate." His twin shakes his head and turns to face his brother. "Timmy, please, I'm just introducing myself. So, you gonna introduce us or do I have to?"
The man in question gestures to his male co-worker and then gestures to Gibbs. "This is special agent Tony Dinozzo, one of my co-workers, and that's special agent Gibbs, my boss. You've already met Ziva. Tony, Ziva, boss, this is..." "Sam McGee, Tim's twin brother." The sunshine haired man finishes as the author walks over to the desk of special agent Gibbs. "Um, boss...what is it you wanted me to do, exactly?"
The older man doesn't look up to the agent as he responds. "A navy computer chip with extremely classified information has been stolen by Berto Lovato." "Um, who's that?" "A Spanish man who just made it onto the NCIS most wanted board." "He stole one computer chip and got onto our most wanted board?" "He was already on the FBI's and CSI's most wanted and now he's no ours. Got a problem with that, McGee?" "No, boss." "Good. You are to work with Abby. See if you can track him down to a single location." The brunette man nods and turns away from his boss to see Sam, face extremely pale. "Sam, you OK?"
He notices the man in question take several deep breaths before nodding and looking the agent in the eye. "You can't work on this case." "Why not?" Getting no response, Tim shakes his head and begins walking towards the elevator. "Well, in that case, I'm going to help Abby. See you later, Sam." His twin decides to go over his brother's head and quickly walks up to Gibbs' desk. "You can't let him work on this case." Gibbs doesn't look up from his work and repeats Tim's question. "Why not?" The man bites his lip before shaking his head. "I can't tell you." "Then he stays on the case until you give me a real reason to pull him of it. McGee why are you still here!?" The man in question returns to his journey towards the elevator. By now, both Ziva and Tony are watching the conversation that's far more interesting than their work.
"He's injured!" Sam half yells at the man in front of him who, finally, looks up from his work to see the seriousness in the man's face. In one swift motion he stands up and advances towards McGee, who has just reached the lift. "McGee!" The author turns to find his boss standing a few feet away from him with Sam behind him. "Are you injured?" "No, boss." At the older man's stare he avoids looking him in the eye. "Not much, boss, I'll be fine." A scoff comes from the sunshine haired man behind Gibbs and they turn to him. "Timmy, you're not." "Yes, I am." "Are not." "Are too." Although, it's entertaining to see Tim squabbling like a three year old, Gibbs wants answers and decides to cut off their argument before one of them loses any eye. "Enough!" The two brothers turn to face the man, fear showing in both of their faces, although Sam tries to hide it.
"What happened?" The agent is the first to respond to the older man. "Nothing, boss, I'll be fine." His twin shakes his head and turns to the man he feels he could trust. "Last night, two stupid heads thought it would be a good idea to hurt little Timmy here." He jerks his thumb back at his disapproving brother. "Hey, I'm not little!" "I found him, brought him back to his apartment and patched him up to the best of my abilities." Sam finishes as if there was no interruption. "Do you know who they are, McGee, Sam. 'Cause if you do, I will kick their ass." The mossad agent informs them, but, only gets shakes of the head in response. Gibbs' face is screwed up in though before it changes and he turns to Tony and Ziva. "Dinozzo, get a witness statement. David, go help Abby and see if you can find out who attacked McGee." At their nods, he presses the downwards call button for the elevator and then turns back to Tim. "McGee, you're with me." "Where are we going, boss?"
Ding!
Tim knows that fighting would only delay it and follows his boss into the elevator. The older man orders the elevator to go down. "Autopsy." The doors close as Sam watches his brother descend to autopsy, wondering why they were going there, of all places, for medical treatment. He turns back to the two agents on Timmy's team. They were already getting started and Sam has no doubt they would find the attackers. After all, there is only only one place in the DC area that's under the name Inova Fairfax Hospital.