The next day, Gibbs and Mike were led back into the same conference room as yesterday by a patrol officer. They found both detectives from yesterday there as well as a woman with dark hair who looked to be in her mid to late forties.

"Ah, Agent Gibbs, Agent Franks, this is Sandra Reynolds. She's representing Social Services. She's actually the one to remove the children when we brought the McGees in," Detective Williams said.

Gibbs nodded to her. "Is Tim alright?"

"He's as I would expect in a young man in his circumstances. He's very confused as to what is going on and more than a little bit scared. He's also very brave though. He's holding it together, probably for his younger sister. They seem quite close,"

"What's gonna happen to her?" Gibbs asked. He couldn't help but think about the other child as well. She was innocent in all this. It wasn't her fault that her parents were baby thieves.

"That depends on a lot of variables. First being if the DNA results show that Young Tim was the son of your wife. And even then, Sarah's paternity can't be determined until The McGees comply with the court order for a DNA test. Then it depends on their complicity in the abduction if it turns out the suspicions regarding Tim are accurate," Mrs. Reynolds explained.

"To that end, we have an answer," Williams said as he held up an envelope. He then opened it and began to read. "Alright, according to this, Timothy McGee and the sample belonging to Shannon Fielding Gibbs is a match."

Gibbs let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. It was true. That kid belonged to Shannon. He'd done it. He'd fulfilled Shannon's last wish. He'd found her son. Now it was a matter of bringing him home and helping him to deal with the fallout from all of this. "I wanna see him. When can I see him?"

"I can arrange a meeting, but, Agent Gibbs, you need to understand that this is not going to be easy. Tim has no idea that he isn't the biological son of John and Anna McGee. In fact, when the idea of adoption was insinuated, he laughed it off as an impossibility," Mrs. Reynolds said.

"I understand it's going to be difficult. I didn't expect it to be easy. I wouldn't respond well to finding out my parents weren't my parents, let alone a fourteen-year-old kid. But no matter how hard it is, I'm going to be there for him and I want him to know that. He needs to know that someone is here for him," Gibbs said.

"I assume it's your ultimate goal to take custody," Mrs. Reynolds said.

"I would've thought that was a given. He's my wife's kid. If Tim had been raised by Shannon the way she was supposed to and still died, he would be with me right now. It wouldn't even be a question. There shouldn't be one now," Gibbs said.

"If there were no blood relatives, perhaps. Does Tim have any living blood relatives?" she asked.

"He has a grandmother. I've already spoken to her about this. She's not interested in taking custody," Gibbs said. He'd spoken to Joanne about it and he was less than thrilled with her stance on the matter. They got into a huge screaming match about it. Joanne seemed to agree with Betty Carson to at least a certain degree. In her eyes, Tim was a huge scandal. She didn't want anything to do with him. "Look, when can I see Tim?"

"Today. I'll contact the group home he's at and let them know we're coming," Mrs. Reynolds said.

"He's in a group home?" Gibbs asked unhappily. He knew the types of things that went on in a place like that. He didn't like the idea of Tim being there.

"Yes. Unfortunately, we couldn't find a foster family on such short notice. I'll go make that call," Mrs. Reynolds said before leaving the room.

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A few hours later, Gibbs was waiting in a room at the group home Tim was staying in. The room was nice enough. It had a couch, a few chairs, and even a TV. Still, he wanted Tim out of there as soon as humanly possible.

Gibbs soon heard another presence in the room. He turned to see Mrs. Reynolds come in with a boy with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Gibbs immediately locked eyes with the boy. He could see some similarities to Shannon there. They weren't overwhelming, but there were some subtle similarities.

"Tim, this is Agent Gibbs," Mrs. Reynolds introduced.

"N...nice to meet you, sir," Tim stuttered. He couldn't help but be intimidated by this man. Not only did he look kind of frightening, but he was also an agent. He probably worked for the FBI or something.

"It's nice to meet you too, Tim, but none of that 'sir' stuff, okay? It's just Gibbs or Jethro he said as he stuck his hand out for the boy.

Tim hesitantly shook his hand.

"So you wanna sit down?" Gibbs asked as motioned towards the couch.

"Okay," Tim said before following him over to the couch and sitting down next to him. "A...are you here about what happened last night?"

"Tim, Agent Gibbs is here because he wants to get to know you," Mrs. Reynolds spoke.

"But why?" Tim asked confused.

"Because you're important," Gibbs said.

"No, I'm not. I'm nobody," Tim said. That was what he heard all the time, from the kids at school to his own father. The only one to ever treat him like he mattered was his grandmother, Penny.

Gibbs felt anger build inside of him. The way Tim said that made it clear that someone told him that, probably the low lives that stole him. "You are not nobody, son. You're important. Don't let anyone tell you you're not, not even your dad."

Tim blushed. This man seemed to figure him right out and his dad. It made him wonder if he'd met his father. "So do you know how long I have to stay here?

"No, I don't. I'm hoping it won't be long though. They treating you okay here?" Gibbs asked.

Tim nodded. "Yeah, I guess so,"

"But I bet it's pretty weird and confusing, huh? I Bet you wanna go home," Gibbs said.

Tim nodded again. Despite the fact that he knew his dad would probably blame him for all this, he wanted to go home. He wanted everything to go back to normal. "Um, are you gonna ask me any questions?"

"No, I'm not here for work. I just wanted to meet you."

"Why though? Do you know my parents?" Tim asked.

"Yes, I do," Gibbs said honestly.

"Oh. Well, do you wanna see Sarah too?" Tim asked.

Gibbs looked at the social worker who nodded her agreement. She obviously didn't want Tim to know the truth yet.

Gibbs nodded. "Sure. You wanna takee to her?"

Tim stood up and lead the way out of the room.