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Title: Pale Reflection

Story: NCIS/ slight crossover with Supernatural, in which none of the major characters appear or are mentioned by name.

Rating: T/PG – Gen

Genre: Supernatural/Angst

Warnings: General weirdness.

Set in Season 7 after Endgame

Summary: One of the team disappears and shows up in a very unlikely place.

Disclaimer: Don't own, just playing, yadda yadda.

Part 2

"Where the hell is McGee?" growled Gibbs as he strode into the bullpen, coffee in hand.

"And a good morning to you, too Boss," responded Tony, receiving a cold glare from the irate lead agent in return. "I haven't seen him. Maybe he changed his mind about taking some time off."

"If he did, he didn't clear it with me. Find him. I need him to go through the financial records from Lt. Arnett's case."

"I thought that case was cold, Gibbs," Ziva questioned.

"And that's a reason not to review it, Agent David?"

"Of course not. I will call McGee's cell number."

"And I'll call his home number," added Tony, happy to have a break from staring at his computer screen. As he did, he felt a twinge of worry. It wasn't like McGee to be late for work, except when... "Maybe you should check your email, Boss."

Gibbs shot him another glare, sat down in front of his computer and pulled up his email program. "Nothing."

"He is not answering his cell phone," said Ziva.

"Or his home phone. Maybe he told the director-."

"Told me what?" asked Vance as he rounded the end of Tony's cubicle and entered the MCRT's section of the bullpen.

"That he wasn't going to be here today. McGee's late and we can't get a hold of him."

A brief flash of what might have been concern crossed Vance's face. "He made no mention of it to me."

"Maybe we better go check on him…"

"Ya think, DiNozzo?" snapped Gibbs as he tossed a set of keys to Tony. "Take Ziva with you, and be quick about it."

"I guess that means I'm driving." Ziva smirked as she grabbed the keys and headed for the elevator.

Great, thought DiNozzo. So much for a quiet weekend shift…

"His car is in his parking spot," remarked Ziva as she deftly picked the lock on McGee's apartment door. "Maybe he just overslept." The lock clicked and she turned the knob to open the door.

"McGee," she called. "It's Ziva."

"Rise and shine, Probie!" yelled Tony as he followed her. He stopped to listen for a response but the apartment was silent. Drawing his weapon, he started down the hallway to McGee's bedroom as Ziva moved towards the far corner of the main room. He peeked inside and saw that the bedroom was empty before proceeding to the bathroom, which was empty as well.

"Clear!" he called after he stepped back into the bedroom and opened the closet door. He head Ziva echo the warning from the living room and she soon appeared in the doorway. Tony walked over to the nightstand, eased the drawer open, and stared in surprise at the contents. "His wallet, gun, badge, and cell phone are still here." He carefully retrieved the phone and checked the recent call list, finding only the number for NCIS as incoming and no outgoing calls. "It doesn't look like he was called away in an emergency, unless he cleared the list before he left. But why didn't he take anything with him?"

"Maybe he did not leave voluntarily." She retrieved her own phone and placed a call. "Gibbs, we are in McGee's apartment. He is not here. All of his things are here, though, and his car is in the lot. Yes. OK." She hung up and turned to Tony. "Gibbs is on his way here with the truck. He wants us to secure the scene, and he is putting out an alert for McGee. Director Vance is concerned that someone might be seeking retribution for recent incidents."

"Damn it," muttered Tony. As if McGee hadn't already dealt with enough crap this week. He carefully scanned the room, looking for signs of a disturbance but everything seemed to be in order. He moved out towards the larger room and continued his search but no problems were evident there, either. He checked the computer and saw that it had been turned off and since he knew better to reboot a system at a scene, he resigned himself to the fact that he and Ziva would just have to wait for Gibbs.

Less than an hour later, the three of them were processing McGee's apartment. There were no signs of a forced entry but they collected every trace of evidence they could find, hoping that they would be able to use it to determine who else might have been in the apartment or if they had been there in the time frame when McGee had apparently disappeared.

They moved out to canvas the neighborhood but the other residents of the complex were less than helpful. One neighbor thought he had see McGee leave unaccompanied the night before and that he had "turned left" when he exited the building which, groused DiNozzo, was not a lot to go on.

They then decided to check for security cameras along the possible routes McGee could have taken. The scope of the search area, since they had no idea how far McGee had traveled before his disappearance, was daunting. The team did manage to find several sites around McGee's apartment with security footage and had collected the recordings to send back to the lab. They interviewed dozens of business owners, customers, and residents without obtaining a single concrete clue as to McGee's whereabouts.

Finally, tired and frustrated, they headed back to NCIS. Ziva and DiNozzo attempted to find an electronic or paper trail for their missing colleague while Gibbs met with Vance to examine a possible motive for McGee's disappearance.

After several hours of searching and conferences with Gibbs and the director, the team had found absolutely nothing: none of his family knew what had happened, none of the targeted watch groups or less than friendly governments had given any indication they knew of McGee's disappearance, there was nothing on his computer that Abby could find linking the missing agent to a possible motive, he had not been on any of the surveillance videos, and a search of his financials had not turned up any red flags. McGee had literally vanished without a trace.

Exhausted, Tony leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, unable to look at the empty desk to his right. Peripherally he had known how much they relied on McGee to find answers, but until today he hadn't realized how much he missed the other agent's contributions, as well as his presence. An important component of their team was missing and Tony was starting to get a really bad feeling that it wouldn't be coming back.

With a sigh, Tony got up and headed for the men's room. Once inside, he leaned over the sink and splashed water on his face, trying to wake up and focus. He needed to find his Probie, not just because he was part of the team, but because of the great sense of loss he was experiencing. It was something he would not ordinarily admit: he missed his friend.

"Damn it, Tim," he said, focusing on the basin, "where are you?"

He stayed in place for several moments, his eyes cast down, hoping for some flash of insight, some obvious answer to his question. Finally, with a feeling of resignation he looked up, past his own reflection, and gasped as he stared into the wide, terrified eyes of Tim McGee.

*earlier*

McGee frantically searched NCIS for signs of life but all the buildings, as well as the Navy yard, were completely empty. During the course of his search he discovered, quite by accident, that he did not need to actually physically move though the Yard. After his initial search of the bullpen he thought about going to Abby's lab and suddenly he was there. Horrified, he had immediately wished himself back to the bullpen and had arrived there with no effort.

It completely freaked him out.

After fighting to calm himself, he had continued his ultimately fruitless search, and discovered something else.

He could not actually leave the Navy Yard.

He had tried to think himself back home, or to some other familiar location, but it had not worked. He was stuck at work with no idea how he had arrived in the first place. Finally, after exploring what he could, he returned to his desk and sat in front of his useless computer and stared at the empty desks around him. What he had always feared had truly come to pass. He was completely and utterly alone.

Maybe this was Hell.

After what seemed like hours, and he had entertained every morbid possibility he could imagine for his present situation, he was startled when the silence was broken by a familiar voice:

"Damn it, Tim, where are you?"

"Tony?" he gasped, springing to his feet. Without warning, he found himself in the men's room and recoiled in surprise and fear. He could not see his own reflection in the mirror above the sinks, but instead saw DiNozzo on the other side of the glass. The older agent's attention was focused on the sink in front of him. McGee rushed forward and stopped, almost afraid to try anything lest the illusion would be broken. Finally he called out to his friend.

"Tony? Tony, can you hear me?"

DiNozzo did not respond. With a sinking feeling, McGee moved closer and was about to try again when DiNozzo looked up and met his gaze. His reaction was immediate as his eyes widened almost comically. He backed away from the mirror, glanced behind him and returned his attention to McGee.

"Tony? Please, tell me you can hear me. Please, Tony, help me…"

Without a word, DiNozzo turned and rushed from the room.

McGee couldn't bear to go after him and he sank down against the wall until he was sitting on the floor, his head dropping to his knees as he slumped in defeat.

DiNozzo barely made it out of the room before he collapsed against the closest wall. What he had just seen continued to play through his mind and he nearly sobbed. The shock of seeing McGee had been quickly replaced by disbelief, thinking that what he was seeing had to be some sort of a trick. He had been about to voice his skepticism when the image of McGee had started to speak. There was no sound, but the words were plain:

Tony? Please, tell me you can hear me. Please, Tony, help me…

The absolute terror and desperation in McGee's expression told Tony that this was no joke. Unable to process what his gut was telling him, Tony had fled, leaving his friend behind.

After he had left, and had taken time to process, the explanations for what he had seen filled him with a sense of dread. Either someone had a really sick sense of humor or things were worse than he thought…

"Tony, what's wrong?"

He looked up to see Ziva crouched next to him and Gibbs standing behind her, concern etched on his face. DiNozzo managed a strangled chuckle.

"Where do you want me to start?"

"What just happened, DiNozzo?" asked Gibbs. "Have you heard-?"

"No, not heard." He looked up at his boss. "But if we're lucky, I'm just losing my mind."

"And if we are not lucky?" asked Ziva hesitantly.

"Then McGee is dead…and I just saw his ghost."

A/N: Of course, there is a third option… ;)

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