I am so sorry for the long wait, i've been struggling to work on this as i'm working on my novel.

I want to wish everyone a merry christmas :)

I have decided to involve McAbby (please don't kill me) I feel this story needs a romantic backbone.

Disclaimer: I'm now hiding in Santa's sleigh! shhh

Chapter 7:

It had been a long week since Tim had drove away from the crime scene. Everyone was frantically discussing who the 'Mystery Murderer' was and why he wanted McGee. Gibbs would stay all night searching through computer files. BANG!"I HATE computers!" Gibbs yelled ad he threw a punch at the computer. Rubbing his eyes, Tony walked over to where his distraught boss was and handed him a coffee. Gibbs stared at Tony as he placed the coffee on his desk. "Thanks DiNozzo" Tony smiled sadly, He missed the probie. Truth be told, Tony though of Tim as his little brother. Tony shed a tear and went back to the files.

The ding of the elevator shook Tony out of his trance. "Gibbs, Gibbs,Gibbs" Abby rushed up to Gibbs with a smile on her face. "What abs?" Gibbs voice cracked. Abby smiled and presented him with a letter. It read:

To my team mates,

So i have just reached the border of Vegas, it's not as good as Tony said it was. I just wanted to write to you to say, i miss you, all of you. You guys where the only family i ever had. And i promise, i'll come home soon, i have to take care of something first.

Yours faithfully,

TM

Gibbs wiped his damp eyes. Abby hugged Gibbs. "we know that he is okay and that's all that matters". Gibbs nodded and looked up. Come home soon my Son Gibbs pleaded.

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McGee stretched and looked at his wrist. It was 10AM."Oh crap!" McGee sat up in the cramped space of the car he had slept on. His hair stuck up in all climbed over to the drivers seat and turned the engine on. The car roared to life. Time to move again Tim sighed and sped off.

When he stopped at the traffic lights he heard a patronizing scream. McGee pulled out his SIG Sauer P229R DAK and stepped out of the car. Slowly making his way to the alley, he shouted "NCIS come out with your hands up". He began to tremble. Suddenly, a broad shadow stepped out of the darkness. It was him. He pulled out an M9 and aimed it at McGee's chest. "Hello Son" It was the Admiral. McGee gulped "You are not my father". The Admiral cackled as he pulled the trigger. "I know Timothy"

For the record a 'SIG Sauer P229R DAK' is a pistol.

This is a super short chapter but does have key information. I hope to update soon. Keep up the positive reviews ^.^