"NCIS-Now Starring-Part 3"

Here we go-thanks to all of you who asked for it!

And now…..

If the situation hadn't been so serious, McGee would have laughed; Ziva's take on the old proverb was appropriate but misplaced.

Wait a minute…..

Trying to stall, McGee focused his attention on the youngest Sinclair, now mumbling incoherently on the floor.

"Pretty sad, sacrificing your own brother like that, for what, revenge?"

Alex turned his head for a moment, surprised at the agent's statement. Stealthily McGee put his hand in his pocket and thumbed his phone on, then hit the autodial for Gibbs.

"What do you mean, Agent McGee, sacrificing? We're not leaving Kurt behind….wait a minute…." He retreated to his brother's side, then cursed as the man started to seize violently.

"Damn it, Trevor! How much did he drink?"

The sandy-haired Sinclair smiled innocently. "Oh, about one hour's worth. How was I to know he would have too much?"

At once Alex Sinclair whirled on his brother. "You did it on purpose, you gave Kurt too much absinthe! We were supposed to throw suspicion on him, not kill him!"

McGee saw the elevator light blink out of the corner of his eye, and knew he had to act fast. Pulling out his service revolver, he shot the guns out of both Sinclair's grasps, taking both Mossad agents by surprise. As first Alex then Trevor turned, swearing in pain, the elevator doors opened and Gibbs and Tony ran out, followed by several security guards.

Gibbs took one look at the now cowed Sinclair's, then grinned.

"Nice work, McGee. Are the girls all right?"

"No, not with a headache the size of…of… what Ziva?" Abby groaned, then McGee handed over his gun to Tony, and embraced her.

"Texas, and Tony, do not tell me it's not a real world?" Ziva groused.

"State, Ziva, State." Tony chuckled, then reached a hand down and pulled her up from the floor.

"Thanks, Tony." Ziva clung to him woozily as Gibbs turned from supervising the three brothers arrest, then without missing a beat walked up and smacked her in the head.

"Ow! Gibbs, what was that for?" Ziva wailed, as Tony smirked.

"Never, ever, drink from a strange bottle, Ziva. Next time McGee might not be around to save your hide." Gibbs told her, then went to where Abby was still sprawled on the floor.

"Okay, Abbs, let's get you up." He and McGee each went to grab a hand, then jumped back in horror as Abby closed her eyes and fell face down, a trickle of blood coming out of her mouth.

McGee gasped as Gibbs pushed him aside, then checking her pulse, started yelling for Ducky.

Seeing the person he most cared about lifeless on the floor, McGee retreated to the lab door, then yelled, "NOOOOOOOOO!"

"McGee, Probie…..wake up!"

McGee opened his eyes, and nearly jumped at the sight of DiNozzo in his face. "What…..?"

"You were having a nightmare, McGee, a pretty bad one, too." Tony had a relieved expression, and McGee was grateful that his fellow agent didn't rag him. Sitting up,

the junior agent looked around, then quietly said, "Did anyone else hear me yell?"

"Only me, Ziva went to the head, and Gibbs isn't down from the Director's office yet."

Tony was still staring at McGee, causing him to ask, "What?"

"Uh…what did you dream? You really had me scared there for a moment."

McGee debated telling Tony the truth, then decided to take a chance. "I dreamt we had some old friends of Ziva's visit, only they were here to kidnap her. They drugged her and Abby and I stopped them, only Abby. …died." The memory of what he saw caused him to shudder.

Tony was silent for a moment, then put a hand on McGee's shoulder.

"It's not going to happen, McGee. Nothing's going to happen to her as long as we're around. Not again."

Just then Tony's computer dinged, signally an e-mail had arrived.

Relieved by the other man's words, McGee held out his hand and Tony shook it briefly.

"You're welcome. Now let's see who wants me."

As DiNozzo went back to his desk, McGee sighed, then put away the files he had dropped when he nodded off. As he pulled out the last of his paperwork, Tony whistled loudly.

"Hey, Probie, you'll never guess who's paying a visit to our office….."

Curious, he raised his head. "I'll bite, who?"

"Only the coolest guy around, "Shower Boy"! You know, Alex Sinclair!"

McGee's jaw dropped.

Fin