Okay, so I have figured out that I'm just going to stop guessing when I'm going to have the next chapter up and just do it, Sorry my life's just been a mess….but on with the fun part….and this one's kinda sad so….ENJOY!

"Agent Gibbs,"

Gibbs looked up over his glasses to see a young brown haired girl, she was smaller then what he remembered, her hair was shorter, and not as much as make up; but he could see the same look in her eyes as he had seen that night in the hospital room, "Sarah,"

She looked at the older man, even though she didn't know him, she had all the respect in the world for him, just as her brother did, "Whats this about?" she hadn't been herself since the loss of her brother, the one person in the world who meant everything to her.

Gibbs looked her in the eyes again, he didn't want to hurt her, but he needed to know the truth for the sake of everyone, "Your mother." Her eyes went from their original blue color to a darker shade of gray and then back again. Her face flinched with anger, but she tried not to show it; "I need to know what happened, please."

Even though 'please' was a word that was rarely used by the ex-marine, for his family, it was the least that he could do. Again, he watched her face; it softened as she ran her hand across the desk that belonged to McGee, "It started when I was five…"

~NCIS~

"Hello Abby," Ziva said as the two agents made their into their forensics lab, seeing the perky Goth, only made what they had to do harder.

"ZIVA! Guess what, I've had the most amazing day today, I mean, I'm not that big on doctor's office, but soon it will be well worth it. I mean I finally get to see my child, well it kinda looked more like a peanut today, but I know that Timmy would be so happy to know that it's a…." Ziva stopped her before she could go any further, she didn't want the moment of good news to be ruined.

"Abby, Jenny needs to see us." She said as she took the young woman's arm, Abby could since that something wasn't right and she wasn't in the mood for anymore surprises.

"Okay well, let's not keep the lovely director waiting." She looked up at Ziva, "Shall we?"

Ziva smiled at her wishing that she didn't have to be the bearer of bad news, "We shall."

Watching his two favorite girls leave the lab, he turned to face his target, "Elizabeth McGee?"

The older woman stopped laughing at the young girls, "Maybe, and you are?" her eyes questioning her every move.

"Tony DiNozzo, your son's best friend; and you Mrs. McGee, are under arrest." He said as he turned her around and hand cuffed her.

"On what charges?"

"Child abuse, child neglect, and anything else that I can think of on the way upstairs." Tony smirked at her, wanting nothing more than to shoot the worm.

"I want my lawyer." The woman said as Tony grabbed her arm, walking her out of the door to the lab.

"Oh well that's good because you're going to need one. But yet, personally, I hope you rot in jail."

~NCIS~

As Ziva and Abby entered the office of their best friend, they saw her coming out of the bathroom, "Jenny, are you okay?" Abby asked her.

"Yes Abby, I'm fine, I just think that my children prefer to torture me in the middle of the day instead of first thing in the morning. So what bring you two up here?" Jenny smiled at her friends as she took a drink of her water to try a kill the taste in her mouth. She saw the confused look on Abby's face, and the sad on that had crept its way onto Ziva's. She knew that they had found out exactly what they didn't want to; and they were going to get to watch the whole show.

"Ziva said that you needed to see me?" Abby asked being the only one who didn't know what was truly going on.

"Abby, I really wish that I didn't have to tell you this, but, there's something that you don't know about Agent McGee. Something that's going to be really hard to hear." Jenny said as she sat down on the coach beside the younger girls.

"Would someone please tell me what's going on?"

Taking over for the red head, Ziva continued the story, "As a child, McGee was abused, as was Sarah." Abby had nothing to say to what she had just heard, there was so much that she didn't know about her lover that made no since. All she could do was cry, when she thought that she had nothing left; she didn't think that she could cry anymore. But when it comes to the ones that she loved, Abby Scuito was often amazed at what she could do.

She was quickly comforted by the arms of her best friend, who had tears running down her face, along with what make-up she had left on. Ziva had left at some point while she was zoned out. While she sat their trying to figure it all out, the only thing that she could think was 'If Gibbs doesn't kill her, than I will."

~NCIS~

The trip upstairs was silent, besides the smirk that was on the face of Special Agent Tony DiNozzo. Now he stood watching the scene that was about to unfold before them, joined by his partner, which he wasn't sure if he should have taken away her guns before she was allowed to enter, but never the less there she was and she was angry, they all were. He didn't know that it was possible for Doctor Mallard to be angry until he watched the man inside behind the glass. His assistant had decided to decline the tickets to the show, saying he would rather just deal with the woman when she was on the autopsy table, later. He didn't know where their forensic scientist was but he knew that where ever she was that she knew the truth, and that her red headed friend was by her side. He heard everyone suck in a breath as their fearless leader barged through the door to the room in front of them; and all of them were oblivious to the three girls who had slipped behind them.

~NCIS~

Agent Gibbs walked in the room, this wasn't going to his usual interrogation, this one was more personal.

"Agent Gibbs, when am I going to be released?"

"Depends on what the jury says."

"You have nothing on me to prove that I neglected my children after I got them back. And I can promise you that I never abused them."

"Is that so Mrs. McGee, well here I have witness statement saying otherwise." Gibbs smirked before pulling out a tape recorder.

"Oh yea, well let me hear it."

"I thought that you wanted your lawyer?"

"I don't need her; I don't have anything to hide." Once again Gibbs grinned; he had her right where he wanted her.

He quickly pressed the play button on the recorder, and the conversation between him and Sarah quickly filled the room. "It all started when I was five, the punches came a few at a time, but then they got worse. By the end of the year, Tim had to steal mom's make-up to cover the bruises before he could go to school. He would often take the brunt of it, stand in front of me when she would come after me. I was only five, and wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but I knew it was wrong. When we got put in a foster home, that's when they found Tim's cancer, during his 'check-up' that they did on all of us before we were allowed to live in a there…." Gibbs stopped listing to the tape long enough to look at their 'mother', she had no emotion on her face, but he knew what she was thinking.

"…They got him in remission before we went back home. They told mom of the cancer and she said that she would keep an eye on him, regular checkups, etc. But just as before she waited a few weeks before she started the abuse again. I was worried that Tim was going to get sick again, but he kept reassuring me that he was fine, and that he'd know when something was wrong. She continued to hit him until he left for college, he wanted to take me with him, but there was no way for him to support us both. Mom wasn't as hard on me, but I still had the occasional bruise and black eyes."

He heard himself speak, "Sarah, why did your brother continue to write your mother letters, even after what happened; the letters about the job, and Abby?"

There was a pause before she continued, "No matter what someone did, no matter what he went through, he always found the good in people. He always found a way to love them. He always loved her, she'd hit him at nights, and then I'd hear him praying, asking God to save her, to keep her safe. He blamed her for what she did to us, but he never showed it, he never let it impair his judgment about her. As he told me, she's still our mother, and that's just the way it is." He cut the tape off and looked at her; he knew that she knew that she have taken that lawyer.

"And for this reason right here, Mrs. McGee, you won't be seeing your grandchild, or any of us, for a very long time." And with that he got up and walked away, still of having said nothing, Elizabeth McGee sat and stared in front of her, the memories of her little boy playing in her head.

~NCIS~

When Gibbs walked out of the room, the six behind the glass all sat motionless. They were expecting the hard ass marine, but instead they saw the father said the side that was needed. When the tape started, Tony had heard the girls behind him, taking Abby in his arms as she started to cry again; Ducky had taken care of Sarah, as he knew that reliving those memories wasn't easy on her, all he could do was offer his comfort. Jenny stood alone; she only let a single tear fall, as she had already known what was coming; Ziva, just stared at the woman, wondering how someone could do something like this to her child. The tears that she didn't know had fallen were wiped away by Tony's free hand, as he pulled her to his other side.

Gibbs walked in after a few seconds, and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend. He kissed her hair before whispering to them all, "Let's go home, she won't go anywhere tonight." They all filled out of the room, Tony cutting the lights as he went, only turning around once to look at the woman who continued to sit and stare, and that was the way that she would stay all night.

~NCIS~

Gibbs stood, leaning on the railing outside MTAC, waiting for Jenny. He smiled slightly as he saw Abby walking though their maze of desks. She stopped in front of the only one that was unoccupied, and softly ran her hand across it. He could barely make out what she said, before she blew a kiss and walked away. "You're going to have a daughter Timmy."

Okay, this was really hard to write, and yes, I did cry while writing it. I hope this answers any unanswered questions. And I'm not going to say when I'm going to update again, because it never happens when I do, so all I'm going to say is I hope it's soon.

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