McGee arrived early to HQ on Monday to find Ziva tapping furiously on a keyboard.
"Bastard!" She muttered loudly.
"Good morning to you to Ziva" McGee said quietly.
"Good morning McGee" she said not looking up.
McGee looked shocked that she could her at such a low frequency but said nothing.
He booted up his computer.
"Mother fucker!" he screamed making what little staff that were in the building stare at him.
"McGee?" Zia said slightly worried.
She gasped as she came to stand next to him. In the night Tim's background must have been changed because it showed a picture of a tied up Sarah with a gun aimed at her head.
McGee swore loudly.
He kicked his chair out of his way and snatched his gun from a table and charged off towards the elevator. After a second Ziva did the same minus the chair abuse.
McGee drove even faster than Ziva normally did. When they pulled in front of Sarah's house he had leaped out before the car had stopped moving and had already kicked the door open by the time Ziva had got there.
"NCIS get the fuck on the ground!" McGee screamed angrily from inside the living room.
She heard a gun being cocked then two gunshots, then a third. Aiming her gun Ziva ran into he room she saw a man she didn't recognize with a gun a few inches from his open hand.
Straight away Ziva sees the state of the house. It looks to have been torn apart with everything on the floor.
"Where is she?" McGee yells.
"We--We have her" the man gurgled.
"Bastard!" McGee fires again making the man yell out.
Ziva runs forward but McGee pushes her away.
"Where do you have her?" he roars.
"We have--her" the man gurgles then tilts his head back and dies.
"NO!" McGee screams and empties the rest of the gun into he dead mans torso. he stands there for ages repeatedly pulling the trigger before it registers that it is empty. he throws it at the man and sits down heavily on a sofa.
A terrified Ziva walks over to him resting a hand on his chest. "McGee..." He tilts his head and she sees that his eyes are brimming with tears.
She sits beside him for what feels like hours before Gibbs and Tony charge into the room. they see a shell-shocked McGee and a terrified Ziva and a bullet-riddled man in the far corner.
Back at base Gibbs and Ziva had gone off to talk with Director leaving Tony and McGee sitting at their desks.
After an hour of awkward silence Tony broke it by saying "Probie, listen..."
"Tim."
"What?"
"My name isn't probie. It's Tim" McGee said quietly.
"Tim, listen" Tony said "we'll find her."
"I know we will but before or after she's dead?"
McGee, Gibbs, Tony, Ziva and Abby were all sitting in Ducky's lab watching him and Palmer perform the autopsy. Everytime Ducky removed a bullet Gibbs and Abby turned to look at McGee. Ziva just sat next to him lightly clutching his hand.
"The cause of death is obvious" Ducky said at last "it would appear that the fourth bullet fired killed this poor fellow. And then eight more bullets were fired."
Abby stared at McGees face expecting to see some kind of sorrow but instead she just saw anger and hatred.
"We have confirmed that this man's name is Frederick Jason. He was sent to prison six years ago for assault of a federal agent."
"What was he doing in Sarah's house?" Ziva asked.
"That's what we're going to find out..."