I am so sorry it took me this long to get the next chapter up. I was loving updating at least once a day, but you know, real life happens. Saturday I had gotten a call at work from my mom, she needed to go to the hospital, so things sort of just spiraled from there. She is okay now and came back home same day but I wasn't really up to sitting at my computer typing away while making sure she was okay, at least not for a day. Anyway, things or sort of back to normal now, so I should be getting back to the normal routine of posting daily. I am working on like four other stories at the same time (my head just keeps thinking of stuff), so I will probably be posting more then just this story within time. So anyway, I hope you enjoy and please review, I still love them. :)

PS. Thank you SacredMoonOwl for the review asking if everything was alright, I've never actually gotten something like that before when I've disappeared for a few days and such. It was nice to find someone was concerned after I finally returned. :)

NAVAL CRIMINAL INVESTIGATIVE SERVICE

"We got him!" Tony jumped up from his chair with a huge smile on his face, as he hung up the phone. "Local LEO's raided, arrested, and found McGee, alive, ten minutes ago."

"Where?" Gibbs was on his feet and grabbing his weapon and coat.

"An abandoned house just outside of Coral Hills, Maryland." Tony replied, "An off duty officer spotted the vehicle from the BOLO and called it in, then followed it to the house. He waited for backup before going in."

"Where was McGee?"

"Not in the line of fire."

"That doesn't answer my question, DiNozzo."

"I actually think that it does, Boss."

"DiNozzo!"

"No, this time you don't need to know." Tony pushed. "All that matters is that he's alive, and he's on his way home. Both of them are."

Before Gibbs could respond, his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number but answered with a growled, "Gibbs."

"Hey."

Gibbs' anger vanished at that simple word. "Tim."

"Next time I wanna go for a run, remind me of what happened last night."

Gibbs gave a small huff of a laugh as he dropped his things, dropping down into his chair, before he sobered up. "Are you okay?"

"Nothing a good sleep won't help."

"Uh huh, and you're arm?"

"How'd you know?"

"The house you were attacked in front of had outside cameras that caught everything."

There was a short pause from the other side of the phone before a very quiet, "Oh." was offered.

While Gibbs talked with McGee, trying to gauge just how okay the younger man actually was, Ziva slid up to Tony's desk. "Is he going to be alright?"

"From what I was told, yeah."

"And the baby?"

"A paramedic checked them over, but I don't know."

Ziva nodded, never taking her eyes off of Gibbs. "Where did they find him?"

"In the basement, handcuffed to an old pipe. When officers headed down the stairs to clear the basement they found him struggling to get free." Tony ran a hand through his hair. "From what I was told, there was a lot of blood from his arm and wrists, but all in all they believed he was okay."

The two teammates looked up as Gibbs began moving again.

"Boss?"

"McGee is being driven back by the officer who found him. We're meeting them at Bethesda."

Nothing else was said as the three collected their things. Without needing to be told, Tony and Ziva went down to collect Abby, Ducky, and Jimmy, while Gibbs headed up to inform Vance that their agent had been found. Gibbs was still tense and wouldn't fully relax until he finally had McGee within his sight and knew that both he, and their child were going to be fine.

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McGee sat on the hospital bed, picking at the blanket they had draped over him after finishing their poking and prodding. He had arrived at Bethesda a little over ten minutes ago and wheeled inside, right past Gibbs and the rest of his team. He had only gotten a glimpse of the man before he had been whisked into a room to be looked over. He had asked for Gibbs to be allowed inside but the doctor hadn't acknowledged him. The first thing they had done was an ultrasound to check on the baby. Tim almost wanted to cry, happy that his baby was okay, but he held the tears back. He didn't want others around when he finally let what had happened over the last twelve hours catch up with him.

Once that was done and he had new pictures of his baby, Tim allowed the doctor to check his arm and wrists. The wrists were not that bad and only needed to be cleaned up and wrapped. The slice on his arm was a little different. It needed to be cleaned up and stitched. Tim didn't think it needed them, but apparently he had been wrong. Once it was finished and also wrapped up, the doctor had started him on antibiotics to stave off any sort of infection, as well as an IV for fluids because he was dehydrated. Tim was sure he'd been staying in that bed for a few hours.

It was less then a minute after the room cleared of the doctor and nurses that Gibbs walked through the door. Tim smiled as the older man sat on the bed and gently pulled him into a hug. Tim rested his forehead on Gibbs' shoulder and wrapped his arms around his back, sighing deeply as he relaxed into the other man. He heard quiet footsteps by the door and knew the rest of the team had also entered the room.

"Man is it good to see you, Probie." Tony finally said as it looked like neither man was going to let go of the other any time soon.

He saw a tiny hint of a nod from the younger man and after at least being acknowledged, Tony made the decision and pulled the rest of the team back out of the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

"Tony?" Abby asked, trying to push back towards the room.

"No Abs. They need to be alone."

"They'll be alone when Gibbs takes him home, I want to see Timmy!" Abby arguing, actually stomping her foot.

"You saw him. He's alive, he's going to be fine. Gibbs almost lost his family. Again. We need to leave them alone."

That got Abby to stop as she looked at Tony with painful eyes. He understood. He wanted nothing more to storm back in there and hug his little brother, to be able to really assess that he was okay, was alive, and back with them. But he also knew that Tim and Gibbs needed each other, and they didn't need eyes on them.

"Anthony is quite right my dear," Ducky stepped in, guiding Abby away from the hospital room. "Why don't we all go get something to eat and give them some time, then maybe Timothy will be up for some more visitors."

Tony was thankful for their medical examiner jumping in. He was sure with his lack of sleep if Abby had pushed more, he would have snapped at her, and that would have just started a chain of things he didn't want to deal with. After one last glance back at the closed door, Tony followed the rest of his team as they headed for the cafeteria, not wanting to go too far just yet.

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When they walked into the house it was in silence. Tim had spent the better part of the morning and afternoon at the hospital before he had finally been released. He was so happy to be home and made the decision himself as he headed straight upstairs and into the bathroom. He wanted to take a nice hot shower and then crawl into bed and sleep for a week. The bandages on his arm and wrists were starting to itch, so he was happy to be able to take them off during his shower, even if they had to be re-wrapped once he was done.

He must have been in the shower longer then he thought because he jumped when there was a knock on the door and his brain registered the water had gone cold. Turning the shower off, Tim grabbed the towel Gibbs had laid out for him, wrapping it around his waist, before opening the door. Gibbs was standing there with the needed supplies to wrap his wounds again.

"Are you okay?"

Tim smiled, "That's the hundredth time you've asked me that. I think it's time I should be asking you."

"I wasn't the one kidnapped."

Following Gibbs into the bedroom, Tim sat down on the bed while Gibbs pulled the chair from the corner closer and sat down. Tim held out his arm with the stitches to be wrapped first. Gibbs took him time, almost examining the wounds himself as he patted them dry, used an ointment to help with redness and itching, then wrapped the arm back up. He took the same sort of time with each of Tim's wrists as well. Tim allowed him.

"Are you hungry?" Gibbs asked as he finished the second wrist and began cleaning up.

"Yeah, but I'm more tired." Tim said through a yawn, "I'd rather just sleep for now, and eat later."

Nodding, Gibbs stood and moved the chair back, collecting the garbage, he headed for the door. "Just yell if you need anything."

"Could you stay?" It's was only a whisper, but Gibbs heard it all the same.

Turning back to look at his agent, his lover, he could see the pain and the fear in his eyes. He didn't want to be alone. Knowing he was just going to head down to the basement to work on his boat, Gibbs nodded. Setting everything on the dresser to be taken care of later, he rejoined Tim at the bed after changing into a pair of sweats with the NIS logo. He then helped Tim into his own pair of sweats before tucking him into the bed, then joining him. Gibbs laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, only moving his arm to wrap it around Tim as the younger man snuggled into his side. He heard the sigh of contentment, and ignored the shaking and wetness collecting on his shirt as he just held the younger man.