So...I actually updated when I said I would! Anyways, I hope you all had a good holiday! And on a really random note, I got a shirt for Christmas that says 'Don't make me Gibbs Slap you", and I love it. I'm actually wearing it right now.

And there was only one review last chapter! That makes me sad. So review or I will Vulcan neck pinch you! ...sorry, I've been watching way too much sci-fi shows lately. I actually recorded the entire Doctor Who marathon yesterday, and I'm probably gonna watch that after I post this.

McGee didn't have time to hide. He just whipped out his gun and aimed it at the intruder. Slowly, the man made his way down the stairs and into the basement with his hands raised over his head. Tim lowered his weapon when he found it to be Director Leon Vance.

"McGee," Vance said in a gruff voice. "What exactly do you think you are doing? I gave you and Dr. Mallard specific instructions to stay at NCIS."

McGee wanted nothing more than to open fire at Vance. How could he expect them to leave their families? At that moment, Tim felt a burst of courage. He was going to stand up to Vance. He wasn't going to be pushed around for doing the right thing.

"I would rather be kidnapped than let those freaks get anywhere near my sister," McGee said, stabbing a finger into Vance's chest.

"What of your team?" Vance asked pointedly.

"You won't let me look for them, so I don't see what difference it would make if I was kidnapped. Either way another team will be assigned to this case."

Vance slumped his shoulders in defeat. He actually felt proud of McGee for 'sticking it to the man'. He made a mental not to not assign any new members to Team Gibbs.

"Well, come on," Vance said. "Let's get you to the safe house."

McGee stared at a large beautiful house perched on top of a cliff, over looking a calm ocean. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. And it was even more beautiful because the sun was just coming up and the rain had stopped.

Tim looked over at Sarah, who was gaping at the house. Then he turned to the two agents driving the car. The woman behind the wheel was Bridget McReedy. She had long golden hair and emerald green eyes. Bridget was in her late twenties and was far too old for her age.

The other agent was a tall goofy redhead with big green eyes and a joking personality named Wally West. McGee imagined Wally and Tony could have been best friends. Agent West seemed to have an interest in Bridget and she seemed to ignore him.

"Hey, Wally," Sarah stuttered.

"What, babycakes?"

Babycakes? McGee though suspiciously.

"Is this the house we're staying in?"

"Yep," Wally said, smacking his lips. "It's big enough for each of us to have a room with a view. But if you get scared or ever feel alone in this big bad house, I'll be waiting for you with open arms."

Sarah's eyes got as big as silver dollars. McGee was at a loss for words and both of their faces turned a bright pink. Wally went on chatting with Bridget like nothing ever happened. He stopped and turned to the other two passengers, his face suddenly serious.

"You know I'm joking, right?"

Sarah let out a sigh of relief. "Good, because I have a boyfriend."

Wally cracked a grin. "Bet he's not as good lookin' as me. Besides, I got my eyes on another woman."

Bridget scoffed. "We're here."

"I never said it was you!" Wally exclaimed. "But it is," he added under his breath.

Tim laughed to himself as he crawled out of the car. His eyes caught sight of Ducky and Breena as they exited another car with two more agents. McGee waved to them and they talked of their trips until the team leader of the four agents, Wyatt Gyser, told them to stop chit chatting and get into the house.

Wyatt Gyser couldn't have been thirty. He had dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes. He was a very serious man who didn't take mistakes lightly. The other agent was Brent Johnson, who didn't seem to know what he was doing and acted before he thought.

As soon as he was in the house, McGee ran to the first available room, locked the door, and began his search for his missing teammates. Sarah pulled out her book and began reading it. Wally plopped himself in an armchair and crashed. Bridget went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Breena sat down on the couch and Brent began flirting with her. Ducky settled down next to the sleeping Wally and told him a story.

Wyatt knocked on Tim's bedroom door and received a small grunt to acknowledge he was in there. Wyatt walked away without a second thought. Inside the room, McGee typed furiously on Gibbs's piece of junk computer, trying to find out what DG stood for.

Wally cracked his eyes open and was greeted with darkness. It didn't surprise him that he had slept the day through, he'd done it tons of times before. What did surprise him was that he had woken up. He sat up slowly and saw movement out of the corner of his eye. A dark figure was standing in the kitchen. After blinking several times, Wally realized it was McGee. His eyes shot to Tim's bedroom door to find it was open.

Wally quickly ran in and hid beside the bed. After a few minutes, McGee walked in with a glass of water. Sitting down at a writing desk, he began to fiddle with a device that looked oddly like a suitcase. Wally could see numbers and letters on the screen that didn't make sense to him. He watched as Tim wrote something down on a notepad.

"What are you doing?" Wally asked, standing up.

McGee froze and slowly turned in his chair to look at Wally. He was absolutely petrified. He knew the jig was up. Wally was going to go tell Wyatt what he'd been doing and then he would be forced to stop.

"Trying to find my team," McGee said finally.

Wally nodded. "I would have done the same thing. What have you gotten so far?"

McGee was so amazed that Wally was letting him get away with what he was doing, he almost didn't answer.

"The Marine Dustin Gray. He was one of my first cases. He was killed before we could save him. Recently, his ex-fiancée, Miranda Lore, bought an old apartment building. That's where I'm going to start."

Wally nodded. "Man, that computer is older than dirt. It's the oldest thing I've ever seen!"

"I've seen older," McGee said.

"Like what?"

"Your mom."

"Ha ha," Wally laughed unhumorously. "I haven't heard that one since I was in seventh grade."

McGee laughed. "Wally, my friend, let me introduce you to a little something called a Gibbs slap."

So...I don't feel like typing much, I can't think of a quote to use, and I really wanna go watch Doctor Who now. So I'm gonna spare you from having to read a very long authors note. Oh, and if you have any suggestions for quotes I can use, please PM Charlie! Because I seriously can't think of any more at the moment!