A/N: 1)If you're underage or don't like sexual content, you should not be reading the first part of the chapter, skip to the second half – it's really important so don't miss!

Prairiecitygirl, can't send you a PM, so thought I'd say thanks here, for your thoughtful review. Although there might be a bit of trouble here and there, my overall goal is to be positive in my characterizations of the team.

Chapter 14

After Tony left, Tim and Ziva finished their drinks and then headed home. After their two nights apart, the lovers were eager to get home and show each other just what they'd missed. Ziva had barely entered the apartment when she was pressed up against the back of the door being quite thoroughly kissed. As the heat built between them, the kisses became scorchingly passionate; Tim lifting Ziva so her legs were around his hips as he pressed his rock hard erection into her. She moaned with pleasure as her lover nipped, sucked and licked her hot spots. Using his clever mouth, teeth and very skilled tongue, he managed to push her top and bra up and gently pulled her arms free so he had access to her breasts. He laved first one then the other with his mouth and tongue. With those elegant fingers holding her up, he still had use of his thumbs and he moved them, playing with her nipples, all the while still making love to her mouth with his tongue. When she moaned that little pant that meant she was close to coming, he stepped up his ministrations, grinding into her and lifting one breast to lick and suck her nipple. With a passionate cry she came, wrapped around him, holding on tightly through her climax.

After resting a bit, he put her legs down and then picked her up, both of them laughing as he twirled them around the living room. Still holding her in his arms, the two entered the bedroom and Tim placed Ziva on the bed, then reached out to undress her. She reached out, "No, Tim, you first. I want to undress you tonight."

He smiled as she got up on her knees and started stripping his clothes off him. Shirt and undershirt went flying and then she stopped to admire him, kissing him slowly. She moved her mouth to his hot spots, sucking an ear lobe, licking under his ears and sucking at the juncture of his neck and shoulders. Running her hands and nails lightly over his chest, lower across his abdomen, she gave his always impressive package a loving squeeze, eliciting a moan of pleasure and near frustration from him. Laughing, she undid his belt, tugging his trousers down and then carefully slid his boxers over his erection, letting them slide to the floor. While she worked on his clothes, he had his hands caressing her thighs and moving up to her crotch, rubbing his long fingers over her.

She hissed with pleasure as his fingers caressed her, then she took a moment to admire him again, while he stood in all his glory, already dripping pre-cum. She leaned over to lick his head and he groaned, "Ziva!" Reaching, she played with his balls and then moved to take him into her mouth. Tim, moaning out a laugh, said, "No, clothes off, sweet stuff, I want to come inside you."

Stepping out of his pants and kicking off his shoes and socks, he watched hungrily as she performed a strip tease for him, removing her top and bra from around her neck, pulling her pants down; when she put a thumb in the top of her panties to remove them, he stopped her with a throaty groan. "No, mine." Pushing her gently so she lay back on the bed, he knelt between her legs, again playing with her through the thin cloth of the only piece of clothing left on her.

He kissed her, using his tongue on the cloth, then raised up and kissed her mouth so sweetly while his hands did wonderful things to her nipples and breasts. Listening to her increasing moans, he finally stopped long enough to pull the thoroughly wet panties off her and then used his fingers and tongue to bring her to her second climax. When she screamed "Timothy, ahuv sheli" through her orgasm, he continued stroking and then slipped his shaft into her. He brought her off once again before he pounded into her, his own climax hard enough to leave him seeing stars.

He collapsed, gathering her in his arms and both lay resting and loving each other. Eventually they found the strength to get to the kitchen and made a quick dinner, which they took back to the bedroom to eat, feeding each other from plates balanced on their stomachs. The meal was never finished, the plates sliding to the floor as their passion rose again. Tim left the bed only once more, to bring back a tray of ice cubes as the night was filled with their pleasure.

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Gibbs watched his three field agents leave for their drinks night out and wished he could be a fly on the wall to see and hear Tony's reaction. He trusted the three of them, knew that even if at first Tony was bothered, he'd come around. They worked hard at being a team; yet it appeared Tony and Tim didn't have quite the friendship he'd thought they had, not if Tony was still pulling stupid pranks like breaking into the locked drawers of Tim's desk. Thinking about that and what Tim had said to Tony last night;, he decided that the challenges this week might just have proved Tony's real intentions to Tim and geez, didn't that sound girly!

Shaking his head, he turned back to the pile of file folders and papers on his desk. It was still early afternoon on the West Coast; he had wanted to contact Walt Richards since he'd first seen his name in the McGee case folder. However, with having to deal with Fornell's circus, Gibbs' heart twisted a little bit, he'd had to delegate that to DiNozzo. He'd done a great job, but Gibbs still wanted to chat with the retired agent. They had briefly worked in the same office, he didn't know whether the man would remember him, but surely he would remember Franks.

Truthfully, he really wanted to know more about the mystery reference Tony had found in Walt's notes. His gut had been trying to tell him something about that since Tony first pointed it out to him. Or was it the photo? He needed to figure this out.

As Gibbs listened to Richards' phone ringing, he pulled the manila envelope with the agent's note closer to him and found his reading glasses.. When he shook the papers out of the envelope, Tony's magnifying glass slid out with them. Finding the right page, Gibbs was just re-reading the specific paragraph when the phone was finally answered.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Richards, this is Special Agent Gibbs with NCIS, you spoke with Special Agent DiNozzo about the McGee case earlier this week."

"Yes…did you say Gibbs? Didn't you used to work for McCallister? And Franks before him?"

"Yes, I did, sir, wasn't sure you'd remember me."

"How could I forget, you were Frank's protégé, a real pistol. And it's Walt, you know damn well I worked for a living! So now you work with that fellow DiNozzo, huh?"

"Yeah, Walt, he's Senior Field Agent for my team. I head up the MCRT at Headquarters."

"WOW, that's something, Gibbs, guess Franks was right about you!"

"Don't know about that, but I've sure learned a lot from him over the years."

"You still in touch with him?"

"Yep, spent several weeks with him a few years ago and he's come in to consult on a case or two."

"Well, you tell that cowboy howdy for me when you talk with him, will you Gibbs? Now, how can I help you? Do you need more information or you calling to give me an update?"

"Both actually. First the good news, using the information in file and what you told DiNozzo, we've been able to track down that door panel with the paint transfer and matched it with the model sedan owned by Natalie McGee."

"You're kidding me, Gibbs, after all this time?"

"God's truth, Walt. DiNozzo is an ex-cop and he loves digging into things, most curious man on the planet. Somehow he found that door panel tucked safely away at the Seattle NCIS office!"

"How'd he link it, what made him even think of it?"

"Some circumstances we haven't shared with you yet, Walt, had to verify everything first, you know the drill. Anyway, a lot of this information was found on the internet and our Cybercrimes unit helped out. Normally, my junior agent would have done the searching, but he isn't available for this case."

"Whoa, there pal, what unit…never mind, I won't understand anyway. I can do e-mail and find my baseball scores, that's about all I want to know."

"I understand, believe me."

"So what makes your junior agent so special, that he does the searching…on the internet, is it?"

"Yes, he's a field agent and our electronic wizard. A kid you'd be happy to meet."

"Yeah, why is that?"

"Because he's the kid you last saw in a coma 20 years ago, Walt. My junior agent is Timothy McGee, son of the late Commander Daniel McGee, brother to Sarah, also alive and well."

"WHAT? Gibbs, how is that possible? Are you pulling something on me, this isn't funn…"

"No, no Walt, no joke, no prank…you come on out here or we'll set up a video chat so you can see for yourself, Tim and Sarah are both alive and well, thank God."

The older man's voice wavered, "What'd I miss, Gibbs? That doctor who called me, he was lying? The stepmother, whatshername….Natalie, she was lying? I checked back with her, Gibbs, even after that ol' bastard McCallister pulled me off the case."

"The doctor who called you was a phony, not a doctor, we're not sure yet but we believe he was paid by Natalie McGee to call you. She'd told everyone else that Sarah was in the car, when she wasn't, and that Tim had died from his injuries, which he had not. But Natalie knew you wouldn't take her word for it, you would need an official medical report from the hospital."

"Oh my heavens, those poor kids, well, they were lucky then. The other one, the middle kid…?"

"We had a court ordered exhumation done and the bodies shipped back here to DC, I have a crack ME team and I wanted only the best. When we opened the casket that should have held Sarah and the one for Tim, we found animal bones, enough to approximate the weight of each child. The third child's casket, unfortunately, held the remains of a human child, approximately age 8 and the same size as Patrick's last medical records." Gibbs sighed, "We were lucky the two of them survived, Walt, I was hoping that Patrick's casket would have animal bones, too, and we'd find him somewhere, but our luck didn't go that far."

"You did good though, Gibbs. That's why your agent sounded a little off when I spoke of the 3 kids dying. I yelled at him, thought he was either deaf or a moron! You apologize to him for me, will you?"

"I'll pass your words along, Walt, he's certainly not deaf and definitely not a moron! He told me he was pretty much knocked for a loop when you told him that."

"And have you nailed the killer?"

"Not quite yet, probably tomorrow or Friday. That computer unit is looking for her now."

"So it was the stepmother?"

"Yep, afraid so."

"Why?"

"Not sure yet, one of our theories is that the Commander wanted a divorce and she didn't want to lose her cushy Navy life."

"Did you find any evidence they were ever really married?"

"Not yet, still searching for something, anything, but at least 3 other people have also reported doubts about the validity of that marriage. Including McGee's former CO and Tim's godfather, who's now an Admiral."

"Amazing, I may have to call you back to make sure I'm not just dreaming all this!"

"I guess it could seem like that, Walt. I do have a question for you."

"Shoot."

"In your notes, you list the Commander's name and then the kids' names: Timothy, Patrick and Sarah. Next to Tim's name, you wrote "adopted". We're stumped by that and I don't want to bring this up to Tim without asking you, hell, I may never tell him."

"According to what I found out, but never wrote up as it didn't seem relevant – and I should never have left that note in there. Anyway, the first wife, Lily, was already a few months pregnant with Tim when she met Dan McGee. She must have told him right away, anyway he knew and with his full consent his name went on the baby's birth certificate."

"Geez. I don't think Tim knows. His father, er stepfather, never told him. Does his biological father know?"

"No idea, although my gut tells me no. Lily McGee died soon after the second boy was born and from what I was told, Dan McGee was crazy about both boys."

"That's good to know, anyway, Tim was never made to feel different. Who was your source?"

"Lily's brother, the boys' maternal uncle, Hubbard, what was his first name…John? No, James…James Hubbard. Also a Naval officer, don't know what rank he'd hold by now."

"He's a Commander, met him earlier today. Ok, I'll talk with him then."

"Gibbs, wouldn't it be his call to tell his nephew?"

Gibbs chuckled, "I'm not just the Team Leader around here, Walt, somehow I ended up being surrogate Dad to my team."

"Oh ok, I see…, I guess."

"Listen, I'll talk to Tim about this, but I know he wants to meet you. Tony mentioned that you visit the McGee gravesite every year and Tim was touched by that. The remains will be returned to California to be re-interred within a few weeks. Tim and Sarah, other family members, my team, possibly our Director, and some other folks will be flying out for the service. Would you join us? I know the family would appreciate you being there."

Silence, then, "Yeah, I'd like that, Gibbs, I'd really like to meet Tim and Sarah, will make it real for me and maybe I can answer any questions they might have…though not about Tim's father! Let me know when the service will be and I'll plan on being there."

"Good, Walt, thanks for your help, been great catching up with you and I'm glad it was you who worked the case."

"Why's that? I never got anywhere with it, been cold for 20 years."

"Because you still care, Walt and it shows in the case file, your notes, your conversation with Tony the other day."

"Thanks. Be talking to you in the next few days."

"You bet." Gibbs ended the call, scrubbing his hand through his hair. He looked at his watch, amazed that it was only 18:30. Suddenly he felt old, this week had really taken its toll on all of them and he was exhausted. This whole mess…unbelievable and he still didn't want to think about Fornell. However exhausted he was though, he needed to talk with Hubbard without any nosy ears around. Best to make that call now.

Gibbs first took a break to get some of the brown water they called coffee from the break room, then picked up his phone to call Tim's uncle. When the man answered, Gibbs explained he had some questions resulting from information in the file. Commander Hubbard replied that he was eager to help any way possible and suggested they meet for drinks. Realizing he still needed to eat something, Gibbs countered with a suggestion for dinner near the Navy Lodge where the Commander was staying for the duration of his meetings at the Pentagon. Hubbard agreed and Gibbs told him that if he reached the restaurant before him, to go on in and mention his name, he'd be seated.

The restaurant was small and Italian, one of his favorites and he was fairly well known to the owner. Gibbs packed his gear and headed over there; he was not entirely sure Agent Richards wasn't right that he should not be the one asking this question. At this point he was just following his gut and his gut said he needed to know. If asked, he'd tell Hubbard that they needed to know who the father was to be able to rule him out as a suspect in the murders. That's actually true, he mused, we never leave a stone unturned and while this may be just a pebble, it's still information to be investigated and confirmed.

Parking in front of the restaurant, Gibbs saw Hubbard was not yet there, grabbed his favorite table and ordered a beer, breadsticks and his favorite entree. As the server delivered his beer and the breadsticks, the Commander walked in and joined him. He too ordered a beer and an entree, based on Gibbs' recommendation. Gibbs munched on breadsticks while they waited for Hubbard's beer.

"Exciting day for me, Agent Gibbs! And I hope for Tim, too. I decided not to tell my mother, wife and kids until I get home Friday. I snapped some pictures of Tim today, I don't think my mother will believe me without proof!" His beer arrived and he had his first drink, putting it down, he tilted his head.

"You said you had additional questions?"

"Yeah, I do. When we went through the notes from the original agent assigned to the case, we noticed a particular word applied to Tim. Then we got caught up in tracking you and the Admiral down and the reunion with Tim," he paused and both men smiled, "so didn't get back to it until I released my team this evening. I called the guy and he told me what he knew, said you were his source. So here we are. The word was "adopted" and Agent Richards told me that Tim's mother was already pregnant with him when she met Dan McGee, that he was happy enough to adopt the baby when Tim was born and his name is on the birth certificate. I don't think Tim knows about it."

"Yes, that's all true and I agree, I don't think Dan ever had a chance to tell Tim. Why is this important to the murder case?"

"Not sure it is, but we never leave any stone unturned, Commander. This news gives us a new person of interest that we'll have to investigate. Does he know about Tim?"

"I don't know."

"What's his name?"

"Gibbs… Tori never told me so I don't know that either. My mother probably knows but I'll need to ask her in person."

"Tori? Who's Tori, I thought your sister's name was Lily?" Gibbs felt his heart pounding, he wondered if Hubbard could hear it.

"It was. Her full name was Lily Victoria Hubbard. Tori is a nickname for Victoria, my parents apparently started calling her that when she was a baby and it stuck. The story goes that on Tori's first day of school, the teacher called her Lily and she announced that Lily was a grownup name and she would be Tori until she was a grownup. I've been told that when she was introduced to Dan – at a Fourth of July party – as Tori, she told him, no, she preferred Lily. Guess she'd decided she was a grownup! Lily is what Dan and the Cranes always called her. To me and my family, she's always been, always will be Tori. Gibbs…Agent Gibbs, are you all right?"

During his explanation, Gibbs was frantically trying to put the pieces together in his head. He suddenly remembered Tim mentioning he'd been born several weeks prematurely, that his mother's due date was in January of 1978, not November of 1977. Now, with the last mention of Tori becoming Lily, Gibbs had gone as white as a sheet, hands trembling, flat on the table.

A/N: 'Ahuv sheli' means My Beloved in Hebrew.