A few hours later, Tim walked into Abby's lab to find it blaring with music and her working hard at her computer. "Abby!"

Abby immediately turned around. "Timmy," she said before launching herself into his arms. "I heard what happened. Are you okay?"

Tim pulled away. "I've had better days."

"I can't believe someone's trying to kill you. Who would wanna hurt you?" Abby asked. She couldn't think of any reason for anyone to hurt McGee. He was the nicest person in the world.

"You didn't hear that much, huh?" Tim asked. He then explained everything they'd learned about the people that wanted him dead and why.

"So someone's using you to get to your wife?" Abby asked.

"It seems that way. Though I can't think of any reason anyone would wanna hurt Kelly. She's an amazing woman. She'd never hurt anyone," Tim said.

"I thought your wife's name was Kelsey," Abby said.

"It is. Her mother calls her Kelly though and she asked me to do the same," Tim said.

"Oh. Whenever I hear the name Kelly, I think of Gibbs' daughter. I guess it's a common name though. How are you doing with this?" Abby asked. She knew he couldn't be doing all that well. His wife was in serious danger, and despite the pain and anger, she knew he still loved her very much.

"Not great. There are people out there who want to kill my wife and the woman I consider more my mother than the woman to actually bring me into this world, and they're trying to use me to do it," Tim said stressed. He was absolutely terrified. This was his family. They might not have been around for years, but Kelly and Sharon were still his family and he couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to them.

"Yeah, it is bad. At least now though, you know Kelly didn't leave you because she stopped loving you. She left because she wanted to protect you," Abby said.

"Yeah, Gibbs said the same thing. And you're right, that probably is the reason, and it does take the pain of thinking she stopped loving me away, but she still left. They both still left. It still hurts and it still makes me angry. Nobody asked me if I wanted to be protected," Tim said with anger in his voice.

"Still, it means they love you. That's more than you believed this morning. And you still love them, McGee. It's like you said, they're your family. You were hurt by them, but you still love them," Abby said.

"Yeah," Tim admitted. He did still love them. He couldn't deny that. He loved them more than anything. Nothing that had happened in the past could change that.

"Maybe you can get them back. Maybe you can stop the danger, whatever that is, and be with your family again," Abby said. She really hoped he could. She knew how much Tim missed his wife. No one else was able to compare to her. She was the love of his life. The fact that he never filed for divorce and could never move on was proof of that.

Before Tim could respond, he heard noise coming from Abby's computer telling her that she had some kind of match.

"That's the results from the blood Tony gave me," Abby said before going over to the computer.

Tim followed her. "Well?"

"The guy who tried to kill you is Juan Garcia. He's got quite the rap sheet. He was brought in on drug and robbery charges since he was eighteen until twenty-two. Then there's nothing," Abby said.

"I guess it's on me to find out what happened after that. Thanks, Abs," Tim said before walking away.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

An hour later, Tim was sitting at his computer trying to find out information on Garcia. He finally found what he was looking for. "Boss, I got it. Juan Garcia was born in Mexico and was brought here when he was five. He became a citizen a year later. After his last arrest when he was twenty-two, he returned to Mexico. That was eight years ago. He came back to the US three months ago."

"Any idea where he lives?" Gibbs asked. They needed to get into his apartment and see what they could find to figure what all of this was about.

"Yeah, I looked that up too. He lives in my apartment building. He' a floor down from me," Tim said somewhat unnerved.

"Man, Probie, this guy really was stalking you," Tony said in a concerned voice. This was all really scary. He had to wonder how close his friend really was to being murdered.

"Alright, let's go. We're checking out that apartment," Gibbs said before standing up.

The rest of the team grabbed their gear and followed Gibbs towards the elevator.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Twenty minutes later, the team was in Garcia's apartment collecting evidence. Tim was looking through a desk in the corner. He'd come to a desk drawer that was locked. He fiddled with it for about ten minutes and then managed to get it open. Inside, he found more pictures. What surprised him was that they weren't pictures of him.

Tim jumped up and rushed over to Gibbs. "Boss, I've got more pictures here. These ones aren't of me."

Gibbs took the pile of photos Tim was holding and found himself face to face with himself. There were pictures of him leaving and returning home, getting coffee, there were even pictures of him leaving the grocery story.

Now Gibbs was pissed. How had this bastard managed to follow him without him knowing it? He prided himself with knowing everything that was going on around him. He didn't know this though. He had no idea anyone was following him.

"Boss, this doesn't make sense. I mean, we knew he was following me and why, but why would he follow you. You have nothing to do with my wife," Tim said.

It was a good question? Why was he being followed? If this was about McGee's wife and mother-in-law, it made no sense to come after him. He had never even met either woman. "Don't know, McGee, but I will find out."

Xxxxxxxxxxx

That night, Tim followed Gibbs into his house. "Boss, I should be back at the office trying to figure out who's after us, or at least working to locate my wife and mother-in-law."

"Nothing's getting solved tonight, Tim. All sitting at your desk will accomplish is running yourself ragged. That won't help anyone, least of all your wife. You need to eat and get some sleep. There are takeout menus on the counter in the kitchen. Look through them and figure out what you want. I'll be back in a minute," Gibbs said before heading upstairs.

Tim sighed and went towards the kitchen. He wasn't hungry, but he knew a direct order when he heard it.

Tim had just started flipping through the menus when he felt something press on the back of his head. He knew what it was immediately. The trigger end of a gun.