Plot: McGee is attacked on his way home from work and knocked unconscious. He wakes up on the sofa of his apartment with a familiar face watching him. Samson Jonathan McGee, Tim's twin brother. The question is who attacked McGee, why and what has Sam done to make a criminal from the NCIS most wanted board come after him?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's and the general idea/plot. Everything else belongs to its current owners. No profit is being made from the story, it is purely for entertainment purposes.
Author's note: Apologies for this taking so long, but I've been extremely busy lately and will be trying to upload and complete chapters sooner. The big thing you need to remember: I will not leave this story unfinished! It will get completed!
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Chapter 14: Missing
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Two green orbs open, blinking rapidly to clear the sleep from them, as he sits up. Worry immediately crosses his mind, but he soon recalls the events of last night and relaxes, reassured that his daughter and brother are safe. Sam's eyes then scan the room briefly to find no sign of Gibbs or that anything had changed from last night apart from the blanket crumpled on his lap. It must have been covering his body and slipped downwards as he had sat up to fast. He ruffles his hair with one hand as the other moves the blanket fully away and he stands, stretching his muscles that are slightly sore from sleeping on the sofa last night, but from the recent places he's been staying, Sam's starting to get used to it. Thinking for a moment, he decides where Gibbs is most likely to be is in the place he'd feel relaxed and where he can think. Aka: His basement. The young man then moves to the basement, his footsteps sounding slightly whilst descending the stairs but as soon as Gibbs' latest project that he'd started sometime after Sam had gone to bed comes into sight, his jaw drops from shock. "Oh my god."
A large ash frame stands on the center of the table. The frame is retangular shaped with two wave-shaped wood for the top shorter ends and two straight longer pieces for the longer top ends. For the bottom of the frame, there's two long pieces that mirror those at the top and two shorter pieces, the same length as the top two, but straight instead of wave-shaped. Between the top and bottom pieces, along the long ends, are vertical cylinder shaped pieces that are in a row, spaced apart by an inch gap between each one, and the short ends are covered in flat wooden panels. Four long cubiod shaped pieces are planted in the corners of the frame and hold it about a foot of the ground with the top going above the rest of the frame by, again, about a foot. Within the frame, where most of the frame ends at the bottom, before the bit holding it a foot of the ground, is short, thin retangular pieces lined vertically in a row with an inch of space between each piece. The frame is painted in a pure white coat with a single word, painted in black, along the left panel on the short end.
Sam moves closer to it and traces his hand along the word, still in shock of the fact that a beautiful, handmade baby crib is in Gibbs' basement with the word 'Clover' on it. A single tear falls from his eye still in disbelieve that the boss would actually make Clover a crib. "You said you had barely anything left. Now you have a crib for Clover, Samson." The voice of special agent Gibbs' informs as its owner makes their way down the stairs. "A mattress and sheets for the crib are on the way. They'll be here later." He informs as he walks up to Sam and stands next to him, waiting for him to recover from the state of shock he's still in. "I can't believe that you actually built a crib for Clover. Thank you, Gibbs. Really, thank you." Another tear falls as Sam suddenly lunges towards the older man and wraps his arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. After a moment of slight hesitation, Gibbs smiles and hugs him back. "You're welcome, Sam."
Ring!
The sound of Gibbs' mobile blaring in the room from said Agent's trouser pocket interrupts the hug, causing Gibbs to move back a bit from Sam as he answers it. Sam smiles softly at the new crib, raising a hand on it and gently tracing his fingertips along the woodwork. He glances over at Gibbs who's still on his phone and returns his attention to the crib, but then instantly focuses back at the extremely serious tone of the elder man in the basement. "Just make sure Clover is safe and do not take your eyes of her, Dinozzo. I'll meet you at yours. Do not leave or answer the door to anyone other than me or Ziva." With that, he hangs up the phone and begins to walk to the exit, but calls over his shoulder to Sam. "Come on, Samson. We have to leave." All colour instantly drains from the young man's face at the last sentence from Gibbs. "Tim's been kidnapped."
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"I swear boss, I never even knew they came until it was to late! I'm sorry." Tony Dinozzo insists, seeming slightly panicked as he rocks baby Clover vertically, gently against his chest. Gibbs headslaps the agent in response. "Never apologize, Dinozzo. It's a sign of weakness." "Yes boss." The man nods and smiles softly at Sam as he takes his daughter from the agent before walking back over to the Kitchen with Ziva to feed his baby girl, the infant immediately gurgling 'dada' as she sees her daddy again. Gibbs watches Sam return to the Kitchen where he'd ordered him to stay as Sam had seemed already extremely guilty from his brother's kidnapping. He'd ordered Ziva, who was phoned on the way to Dinozzo's, to remain with Sam to comfort him, even though she's not the best with emotions, she could still help a bit.
"How did it happen, Dinozzo?" "Well, I woke up not long ago to the sound of Clover crying, rather loudly. She had actually woke up during the night with a full diaper that I, after finding a YouTube guide and multiple failed attempts, changed and I didn't want to wake Tim up and let Clover stay with me for the rest of the night. Anyway, when I went into the living room where Tim was last night, he was gone with no sign that he was ever there. I found my door lock broken, but it looks like it hasn't been. It doesn't lock anymore so it's definitely broken. My security alarm was disabled, but I don't know when exactly they grabbed Tim last night." Gibbs nods as he motions for Tony to follow him to the kitchen, which the agent does and they come to see Sam just finishing feeding Clover a bottle of warm milk that Ziva had heated up for him. "Come on, back to NCIS." He orders and they all make their way back to base, having already gathered all the evidence they could find, despite there being virtually none.
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A middle aged man dressed in casual, red jeans with a mid blue and orange spotted, long-sleeved top, a green plain cap on his flat, blonde, definitely dyed from being brunette, hair of his head. Brown orbs glance casually around the rather empty street as his light caramel hands rest in his trouser pockets and he shuffles his right foot a bit, scrapping his black trainer over the pavement a bit as he does so. This man is the target of who Sam had deemed was one of Berto's henchmen on seeing the man partway on their journey back to base. Gibbs immediately got the car to stop and they all piled out, planning on how to get some info out of the target, initially deciding on it being Ziva to break the man, but then Sam seems to have other ideas.
"Let me handle this." Sam orders to his allies as he narrows his eyes at the henchman, walking silently over to him before the agents could protest and grabbing the man by the lapels, pulling him close with a deadly look directed at the henchman. "Where's Tim McGee?" The henchman raises an eyebrow as he scoffs. "Like I'm gonna tell you, Samson." Sam growls as the henchman continues with a smug smirk. "If you want me to tell you the knowledge so badly, make me." The enemy laughs smugly, but it's short lived for him as the henchman soon finds his-self hanging upside down of a rooftop, being held by a pissed of Sam who threatens to drop him by shaking his arm a bit that's holding the man's ankle, hovering over the edge. As the henchman's cap falls to the ground far below, Sam yawns purposely before glaring once again. "Now, I'm getting rather tied so is my arm." He moves his arm down slightly, quickly, but stops in a jerking movement, making the enemy whimper in fear, wondering why the NCIS agents, who are watching nearby, won't stop Sam from performing this unorthodox interrogation, just instead choosing to watch it carry out with unconcerned looks.
"Ready to talk yet or perhaps a concussion may help jog your memory." The henchman feels his-self beginning to be lowered to the distant ground below that'd the height would definitely put him in hospital if he fell if not the more likely endgame of six feet under. "Alright! Alright! Man, you're scarier than boss made you out to be..." The henchman surrenders, raising his hands, well, lowering them seeing as he's upside down to the others. "I'm growing impatient." Sam warns and the henchman fearfully nods in agreement. "Yeah, yeah. It's cool man! Look, I don't know where Tim McGee is. I'm not important enough to know to big stuff, but I know who would know." "Care to enlighten us?" Gibbs asks, slightly impressed of how easy Sam managed to get the info. He wouldn't let it go that far and Sam isn't a killer. His gut is telling him the man would never take a life, even in these circumstances. "She's a mole...in NCIS."
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Darkness. It's all around him as the world slowly returns to him. Blinking rapidly speeds it up slightly, but his vision is still blurred, black dots dancing around his vision as a constant throbbing emits from the back of his head. As his vision clears, blinding light surrounds his eyes, causing him to squint until his green orbs adjust. A tightness around his wrists and ankles cause him to struggle against his restraints, but the strong handcuffs fail to even budge. They're tight, but not so tight that it cuts of the blood flow of his body or anything like that, just so much that it's hurting, but not causing any actual damage. He sighs in defeat as he stops struggling after a moment, knowing it's useless and seems to only not realize that his mouth is free to speak. "Hey! I'm awake! Whoever you are, show yourself!" A dark laugh comes from the darkness around him, from outside the single spotlight from the dim light bulb that's hanging above him. "As you wish." The unknown person states as they come into the light. "Well well, special agent Tim McGee, aren't we in deep trouble?" Berto Lavato asks with a raised eyebrow and a dark smirk, causing Tim to still as three words echo through his mind.
'Save me, boss.'