Chapter 9
"Federal Agent, don't move."
The person put his hands in the air, and slowly turned around. "Oh, you were in your basement, I should have known that." "McGee? What the hell?" Gibbs said angrily.
McGee swallowed. "Um... Hi?"
"Where the hell have you been McGee? What is wrong with you?" Gibbs grabbed both of McGee's shoulders. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!"
"Let me...let me explain," McGee said, looking at the ground and avoiding Gibbs' eyes.
"You better have a good explanation McGee, or I'll kill you myself instead of Mordero." McGee looked doubtful at first but then started to talk, "I may have lied to you yesterday and this morning."
"About what, McGee?"
"I … Um.. "
The front door opened again, and Ducky ran down the stairs. "Timothy! There you are; Are you alright?"
"Huh? Yes, of course." Tim replied.
"McGee, I want an explanation!" Gibbs insisted.
"Alright. Mordero threatened me." there it was.
"With what?!" "That if we... if I, wouldn't cooperate, and if we kept trying to find him, he would find my family and- and…" Tim fell silent. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because… I- I can't tell you." "Damn it McGee, tell me!" "I know, I understand, but I still can't tell you." Tim knew Gibbs wouldn't take that, but he also knew he couldn't tell it to him. He was not ready for that yet.
Sure enough, Gibbs started yelling at him. "WHY NOT, MCGEE?!" When Tim kept silent, he asked, "Why did you run away?" He would still come back to the former subject though. "I couldn't stand it anymore, I wanted some time alone, to think. I went to a park." Tim answered. "It's ok, Timothy, we understand." Ducky said. "No Duck, it's not ok! This kid just walks away and without telling me, just because he 'needs some time', HE SHOULD'VE ASKED! IT ISN'T SAFE!" Gibbs yelled. "I ALREADY TOLD YOU, I DON'T NEED PROTECTION. I AM SICK OF IT!" McGee yelled, he turned around and went into the room they were standing in front of. He slammed the door close, leaving Ducky and Gibbs stunned.
They didn't even know McGee could yell.
McGee never yelled. Did they really piss him of this time? Gibbs thought. Well, I don't care if he is pissed off. He pissed me off, and I have a damn good reason to kill him myself, for
letting me worry so much. He should now that it isn't safe with Mordero on the loose, and that I momentarly don't care about his time to think.
He had to keep Tim safe, and it wouldn't work if he just kept going his own way. Sometimes, Gibbs just wanted to kill his own Agents for being to damn stubborn…
Hi guys.
I apoligise (something I am not really allowed to do, according to Gibbs and CALLEN37) for not updating. I was on vacation, and not able to update. I didn't say earlier because of obvious reasons (maybe I am a bit paranoia, I know.). - Goldfishmind
So, how was this chapter? We (as always) hope you liked it. (If you did, click on that little button below, if you didn't, click on the little button below also and tell us why). Thankfully, CALLEN37 liked it, and thanks to her, my (Goldfishmind) grammar is getting better :). So thank you CALLEN37 for beta reading this. - Goldfishmind & Moon-fireflies
I don't know when I am going to post again. We need some time to pick up the story and start writing and reading again. What I do want to say: we will finish this story. (we want it, so we will).
-Goldfishmind & Moon-fireflies