Chapter 2
Gibbs watched as his youngest agent raced off out of the yard. Where was he going in such a hurry? Something was wrong with Tim; he had panic in his eyes and all the color from his face was gone. Gibbs sighed and ran back inside. He had to see what got McGee so scared. Not wanting to wait for the elevators, Gibbs ran up the stairs, two steps at a time and reached the bullpen.
"DiNozzo! What's wrong with McGee?" Gibbs breathed as he went to his desk.
"I-I don't know he was talking to someone on the phone one minute, then the next he was all nervous and he ran off." said Tony.
Gibbs picked up his phone and called McGee. A small ring in the distance caught his attention and he walked over to Tim's desk.
"Damn!" Gibbs cursed as he hung up his phone. McGee left his phone here, now there was no way to contact McGee. "Tony, get Abby up here to trace the call he got before left."
"On it, Boss," Tony replied, picking up his phone.
In five minutes, Abby was in the bullpen at Tim's desk tracing the call he got earlier. In a minute, Abby had the name. She gasped as she looked up from the screen.
"What, Abby? Who is it?" asked Gibbs as he walked over to her.
"It-it's his sister, Sarah. Do you think maybe she's in trouble again, Gibbs?" Abby whispered.
Gibbs just sighed and nodded. It happened again, McGee was protecting his sister. Why couldn't McGee just come to him. When McGee comes back, he was going to give him a harsh talking to.
"Where did the call come from, Abs?" Gibbs asked
"It came from 23rd street in Richmond," stated Abby.
"Come on," Gibbs said to Tony and Ziva. He was going to drag McGee's ass back and demand answers from him.
McGee raced through town, almost getting into a car crash himself. He almost wished he did so he could be with his mom and dad, but he remembered Sarah would be all alone, and he couldn't let that happen. In eight minutes to spare, McGee came to a screeching stop near the hospital entrance. He turned off the car and jumped out, running inside, getting closer and closer to seeing his sister. By the time he reached the nurse's desk. A young nurse looked up, startled by the pale, heavy breathing man and waited for him to say something.
"Can I help you, sir?" she asked quietly.
"M-my sister, Sarah McGee? She was brought in a few hours ago from a car crash. Where is she?" he panted.
"Sarah McGee?" asked the nurse. McGee nodded in confirmation. The nurse started typing away at her computer, as McGee eagerly waited for an answer.
"Ah, Sarah McGee," the nurse began, "She was brought into surgery twenty minutes ago for multiple severe injuries. I'll have an attending doctor come and tell you what will happen."
McGee sighed and nodded a thanks. He went to go sit in one of the cheap plastic chairs, waiting for what seemed like hours. Finally, a doctor came out from behind the doors with a clipboard in hand.
"Is there family here for Sarah McGee?" the doctor asked as he looked up. McGee heard the familiar name. Everything was a blur and he didn't notice when the doctor actually got there.
"I-I'm Timothy McGee, her brother. H-how is she?" Tim said getting up and approaching the doctor.
"I'm Doctor Mitchell, one of the attending doctors for your sister. Sarah is in pretty bad shape. She sustained damage to her liver and kidney, a punctured lung, three broken ribs, a cracked skull, brain swelling, a broken arm and leg, and a couple of serious burns. She's going to be in surgery for at least four hours, but I must say, Mr. McGee, that she may not make it through the night, if she even survives surgery. I'm sorry. I'll let you know when you are able to see her."
McGee nodded unconsciously, pale as a sheet. He let out a long sigh and went to go sit back down. Putting his head in his hand he began to heave dry sobs. He couldn't believe this happened again; and worst of all, his sister was suffering. At least his mom didn't have to suffer, but Sarah had gotten all those horrible injuries; she might not even make it. This was definitely the worse day of his life.