Chapter 7

Here we go, Chapter 7! Hope you like it, because I couldn't stop writing and had to write another chapter before I lost all the ideas and thoughts for this chapter. Thanks and enjoy!

7 Minutes earlier

McGee tossed and turned in his bed. He still couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen. Should he be worried though? Gibbs and Tony were right downstairs, so there was no way Harris was going to attempt to kill him, right? McGee shifted again, facing the window as he opened. Suddenly, he thought he saw Harris' face in the window. He shut his eyes tight then reopening them to see that, thankfully no one was there. His eyes and mind was just playing trick on him. He hoped. Tim closed his eyes again, hoping to get back to sleep; sighing deeply, he began to drift off. Before he could, he suddenly felt something cold and metal press on his forehead. His heart beat faster hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. Slowly opening his eyes, Tim found himself face to face with Harris. He couldn't speak, this was a nightmare, he really hope this was all just one big nightmare. He watched horrifyingly as Harris smiled evilly and brought a finger up to his mouth, telling him to be quiet. He had to get out of here, at least attempt to. He didn't want to feel helpless, waiting for Harris to put a bullet in his head.

Tim jumped back out of the bed, knocking the lamp to the floor as he felt himself go with it. He found himself on the floor the next minute, muscles aching and his head pounding. Great he hit his head on the nightstand, good going, Tim. He tried to get up and move for the door, but he was too late. McGee let out a small cry as he felt himself being lifted up by his throat. Harris pushed him against the wall and began to strangle him. This was it, he was done for. But why didn't he just shoot him? He had a gun.

"I want to see you suffer first," said Harris as if reading his mind. Tim tried to wring out of the tight grip, struggling to breath, but it was no use. Harris was too powerful; who was he kidding, Harris was an assassin, how could he think that he could escape? Suddenly, through the water sounds in his ears, he could hear frantic footsteps approaching. Gibbs was coming. To bad he was going to be too late. But to his luck, Harris' grip loosened and McGee fell in a heap on the ground.

"You're lucky you're friends are here, or you'd be dead in seconds. I guess tonight's not your night, but don't fret, I'll be back for you soon." growled Harris as he kicked Tim in the face, and with that, he climbed back out the window and out of sight.

Tim watched through watery and blurry eyes as his attacker disappeared. He was fortunate that Gibbs and Tony were there. He took deep wheezing breaths as he attempted to regain control of his breathing. Just then, Gibbs and Tony barged in, guns pointing in every corner off the room. The adrenaline rush was disappearing and the pain in his head, and now face, was coming back. It hurt so much. The last thing he saw was Gibbs looking out the window, having a very steamed look on his face, before he welcomed darkness.

Tony and Gibbs ran up the stairs, desperate to get to Tim. Gibbs watched as Tony reached McGee's bedroom and took out his gun, Gibbs doing the same. Tony kicked down the door and Gibbs followed the agent inside. Harris was gone...again. The only thing left was a messed up bedroom, an open window and Tim, on the floor, looking worse for wear, and fighting hard to get his breathing back to normal. Gibbs ran to the window, pointing his gun outside, looking for the son of a bitch that attacked his agent. He suddenly saw a dark figure running off into the trees. They lost him. Dammit! Pulling out his phone, Gibbs called for backup- so much for a safe house- and only then did he see the ladder below him. It was too easy for the professional assassin to get to Tim.

"Boss," Tony called out, disrupting Gibbs from his thoughts. He turned around only to see a very pale McGee unconscious in Tony's arms. As he got closer, he saw a dark bruise forming on the young agent's neck. The bastard tried to strangle him! Gibbs got angrier with every injury he found. He saw that blood was seeping out from a cut on Tim's lip, along with a gash on the back of his head. When he got his hands on that son of a bitch, he was going to wish he'd never become an assassin- hell, he was going to wish he'd never been born. They had to move to some place else; their hiding spot had been compromised. But first Tim needed a hospital.

OMG! I can't believe I did that to Tim! At least I didn't kill him...yet. JK! Or am I? *laughs evilly* Reviews are much appreciated, and I can't wait to write the next chapter! Thanks :))