Sorry this is a short chapter, but it seemed like a good place to stop. I don't know anything about the extradition process, nor do I know much about Federal Prisons. I did research a little to find Leavenworth, but only briefly so if I got some things wrong please let me know and I'll try and fix it. Please review!

McGee stood up in his cell, getting tangled in his too-big orange prison clothes. He frowned when he heard the ominous clanking of several pairs of shoes approaching. The officer with the cell keys appeared at the door with other men. They lifted the side of their coats to reveal shiny badges and side arms, identifying them as FBI.

"Timothy McGee, you are to be escorted to an FBI facility. There you will be subject to a series of interviews with a number of international law enforcement agencies. A request for your immediate extradition to Britain has been made, and a decision will be made after your interviews," one of the men declared as the cell door was opened.

Handcuffs were slapped onto McGee's wrists and he was directed into the corridor. They had only walked about a foot when Gibbs rounded the corner and marched up to them.

"You can't take him anywhere. Not without direct approval from the director of NCIS. He is in our custody." Gibbs glared at the FBI agents and the prison guard.

"Sorry, Gibbs." One of the agents stepped in front of McGee. "He's in our custody now. Terrorism laws won't allow him to stay with NCIS. We don't know if there are other moles. And we don't need approval from NCIS, this comes from the White House. We also have intell that the people he was giving the information to are trying to get a hold of him, stop him from giving the agency details about their operation."

McGee stood listening, detached from the actual conversation, and unconcerned that it was about him. As Gibbs argued with the FBI agents, Tim waited patiently. In the back of his mind, he could feel something strange emerge. Since he had been in the holding cell, and since Abby had come to visit, he had begun to feel… more awake. For such a long time he had been in a slumber, filled with nightmares. It was like he had been numb. But now, tiny pieces of him were beginning to defrost.

It hit him. He was starting to feel afraid. Not very afraid, but scared in a vague way. He knew there was something to be afraid of, but it didn't quite seem real. A rough push brought him back to what was happening.

"McGee, I won't let them extradite you. Just tell them the truth," Gibbs growled past the FBI agents.

McGee was pushed down the corridor. He tried to turn around and reach for Gibbs, the fear rising inside him.

"Gibbs, where are they taking me?" He tried to push his way towards his boss. The calm and emotionless demeanour he had displayed fell away and was replaced by hysterics. The full weight of what had happened to him, what he had done, and what was going to happen to him dawned on him. His composure was forgotten and he fought against his restraints, pulling himself out of the agents' grips. He began to scream.

"Gibbs, Boss! I don't want to go with them!" He thrashed about and tried to run towards the closest thing to a friend he had. "Gibbs! I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault. I didn't want to do it! They made me."

He fell to the floor, weeping.

"They made me."

Gibbs watched, torn inside. It killed him to see this. He crouched down next to McGee and whispered to him, his voice breaking.

"I know, Tim. I'll tell them for you."

"Don't let them send me away," Tim whispered, his eyes wide open with fear. Tears poured down his face. He trembled as the prison guard pulled him to his feet, but his knees collapsed beneath him. The guard pulled him up again roughly. Tim didn't have time to stand up, and he was dragged down the corridor, one FBI agent under each arm. He slid silently down the hall, the orange prison suit longer than his legs fell past his shoes.

"Boss, don't let them take me." McGee looked confused. Why couldn't Gibbs stop them? Gibbs stood at the open door of the McGee's cell, helplessly. He couldn't stop it. Not here, or now. But he couldn't tell McGee. Gibbs was the only life-line that Tim had, and for him to be unable to help would send Tim back to the cold and emotionless place he had just left.

Gibbs looked at the floor, avoiding McGee's pleading gaze. He looked up in time to see McGee's orange feet disappear around the corner. A wave of anger passed over him. He marched to the front desk and leaned over the bench, surprising the woman behind.

"Where are they transferring him?" Gibbs demanded.

The receptionist looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"Where are they transferring who," she glanced at his visitor's badge, "Special Agent Gibbs?"

"McGee! Timothy McGee. Prisoner in cell eleven!" His voice rose, as did the colour in his face.

The receptionist paused her nail filing, and lifted a piece of paper next to her.

"Fort Leavenworth."

"Leavenworth?" Gibbs was incredulous. "McGee in a maximum security prison?"

The idea was almost laughable. But it was just like the rest of the situation, unbelievable and unfair. The receptionist looked up at him and rattled of a memorised speech.

"The prisoner with which you are concerned has been relocated to Fort Leavenworth and awaits trial there. If you wish to enquire about said prisoner please ring this number," she thrust a slip of paper towards Gibbs across the bench, "and make your enquiry there."

She finished and returned to filing her nails.

Gibbs pushed away from the desk and walked dejectedly out of the watch house.

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"Leavenworth? You've got to be joking," Tony exclaimed. "Yeah Boss. On it, Boss."

Tony snapped his phone closed and turned to Ziva, who was looking at him curiously.

"What is Gibbs joking about?" She asked.

"He wasn't joking... The FBI have taken McGee to Fort Leavenworth. ­A maximum security prison. Can you believe it?" Tony replied as he jumped off his chair.

"Yes, but I would not have ever thought that it could happen," Ziva shook her head. "What did Gibbs want you to do?"

Tony swung his jacket on and grabbed his badge and gun from his drawer.

"Were going to Kansas. Come on Dorothy, grab your gear."

Ziva leap up and flashed her badge and side arm, already at her waist. They reached the elevator and were enveloped in dim light.

"Why does the FBI have Tim? Why did are they taking him out of our custody?"

Tony frowned when he replied, "International pressure. Some people want to extradite him to the UK. That's why you and I are meeting Gibbs in Kansas, to make sure McGee has every chance of staying in the States."