MURDER
McGee left the office three hours later with Ziva and Tony. Declining a lift home he walked two blocks before ducking down a side alley and pulling out a wallet. Only this was not his. It belonged to Frederick Jason.
Inside was his address and McGee made his way there now.
It was a rundown block of apartments, three floors. Ten apartments on each and inconveniently only the floor number was in the wallet.
Normally McGee would have left this to Gibbs. But if he had told Gibbs that he was planning to kill all of his sisters captors in cold blood Gibbs would have suspended him straight away.
Hanging from a strap under his trench-coat was a pump-action shotgun that McGee had bought a couple of years ago.
McGee knocked on the door and drew his pistol keeping it tucked behind his back.
"Can I help you?" asked an elderly women.
"I'm looking for a Freddy Jason, ma'am" McGee could be polite ven when he ws planning an execution. he left the federal agent part off his name because the police would be crawling all over the place in the morning.
"Two doors down on the left" the elederly women said closing the door before McGee could thank her.
Breathing deeply Tim made sure the pistol was ready. He knocked the on the door.
A man appeared a badly disguised bulge in the waistband of his tracky trousers"What the fu--Oh, shit Bobby it's the fed!" the man screamed going for his gun.
McGee brought his gun up and fired.
"Angel?" Bobby yelled.
"Shit!" yelled another man.
"Kill 'im" yelled a fourth.
Four, now three. Bobby came round the corner. One handed McGee shot him in the face with the shotgun. Holstering his pistol he grabbed his shotgun and kicked a door open.
"Jack! Cap him!"
"Got him Jerry" Jack said smugly firing his gun randomly. He heard a hollow click and grinned cockily. he was still grinning when McGee shot him.
"JERRY!" Tim roared in a voice that wasn't his own.
Jerry charged through a door cocking his gun.
Tim knowing that he needed one alive aimed for his legs and fired. Reloading his gun McGee walked slowly towards him. He pulled out his pistol and stuck the barrel into Jerry's throat. he menacingly coked it to show that he meant business.
"Where's Sarah?"
"The docks" the man murmured "and my boys gonna blow her pretty little brains out.
McGee nodded and fired once.
McGee had been in the interrogation many times but never before had he been on the other side of the table.
Ziva stood in a corner witha disbeleiving look on her face.
"McGee do you know why you're here?" Gibbs asked.
McGee knew better than to answer.
"We went to Freddy Jasons house last night." Gibbs said. "You'll never guess what we found" seeing that McGee wouldn't answer Gibbs continued "four bodies. Two dead from shotgun wounds, one shot to death with a handgun and one other was executed with the same pistol.
"Do you know who did it?" McGee asked at length genuinly looking suprised.
"Don't play dumb McGee" Gibbs growled.
"Sorry boss" McGee said out of instinct.
"Don't call me that, you're fired" Gibbs growled.
"Okay Leroy" Tim said but the hurt was visible on his face.
"Give me a confession" normally Gibbs would play games with McGee but this time he knew that McGee knew all of his tricks.
"I, Timothy McGee hereby confess that I am responsible for the murders of the four occupants of 613 Maldon Heights" McGee placed his hands on the table "is that clear enough?"
"What's wrong with you McGee? Why did you do it?"
McGee remained silence until Gibbs gave up and made Ziva take him to a holding cell.