HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER. IT'S PRETTY LAME, BUT LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

The team was just as shock as Gibbs was, shaking the feeling off Gibbs signaled tony towards the person. Tony nodded rushing away. Ziva followed the gunny sergeant as they made their way towards the cabin. Movement could be heard from inside, so they knew someone was in there. Gibbs lifted three fingers then pointed towards the door. Ziva nodded taking a few steps back she positioned herself. As the final finger went down, the ex mossad kicked the door in. Gibbs rushed inside followed by ziva on his six.

"NCIS! ON THE GROUND NOW!" Gibbs yelled.

"DO IT NOW!" ziva yelled.

Michael dropped the gun in his hand, startled by the agents. "what the hell is going on?!"

"Michael Rivers you are under arrest for the attack and attempted murder of timothy McGee." Gibbs began as ziva handcuffed. "you have the right to remain silence, anything you say can and will be used against you. If you do…" ziva took of the rights as she dragged the protesting man away.

Gibbs looked around the cabin, it was a mess as if someone ransacked the place. Papers were everywhere, the chairs were on the ground. Pictures and frames ripped apart. The mattress was completely cut up. Walking over to the desk by the corner, Gibbs spotted a picture. It was one of McGee and the team, Tim had forced him to call the team and invite them over for a grill. It was also the day Gibbs declared his love for ziva. Growled he stuffed the picture into his pocket. 'son of a bitch was stalking us!' storming out of the cabin he bumped into tony.

"well Dinozzo?" Gibbs asked.

Tony was slightly out of breath. "in…t-the car."

Rolling his eyes Gibbs ordered them back to the car. Not only did he have two suspects now, but he also had to see how Tim was doing. Arriving back at the office tony and ziva took the prisoners into separate rooms. Gibbs took a seat on his desk letting out a long breath. Resting he head in his hands he tried calming himself, it was becoming too much for him. All he wanted to do was grab Tim, ziva, Jethro and get the hell out of here. Away, somewhere far away where nothing bad could happen to them. Somewhere he could always keep an eye on them. He had just insisted on going with him to the bar this would have not happened! Tim would have been okay and all would be normal!

Ziva walked down to the bullpen, frowning at the sight before her. She knew what was happening, walking up to him she kneeled in front of him. Pulling his hands away she stared into his blue eyes sighing at the water she knew would never fall.

"you can't blame yourself for this, so don't even go there. Taking whatever negative thought's you have growing in the thick head of yours and shoot them out. Right now you need a clear head if we are going to get anything out of those two." Giving him a slow kiss, she helped him up.

Gibbs took a deep breath, giving her a small smile he walked away. Stopping a few feet away. "call ducky, ask how Tim is please." With that he disappeared.

Gibbs walked into the room which held Michael. Tossing the file on the table he took a seat. "I know McGee was with you the night he was attacked. I know the men who did this work for you. I know you had something to do with this and I also know the admiral will no longer have you back."

Michael scoffed. "I didn't even know Tim was attack which also means I don't know the men who did it. I had nothing to do with it."

"that's not what your marine buddies told me. Story goes you were the one that found McGee's knife in one of the attackers. You didn't want your buddies to get us involved once you realized he was gone. Why?"

Michael shrugged. "I didn't see the point in having the NCIS involved in something not worthwhile."

Gibbs clenched his jaw. "McGee was cut open! With a box knife! He was left on the side of a road like a piece of trash! If it weren't because someone found him he would have bleed out! How is that not worth our time?!"

"look man, I had nothing to do with any of this alright. I was just as worried as the others when we couldn't find him. I spent hours looking for him! Do not blame me just because Tim couldn't defend himself! He was an idiot trying to take on five men on his own!" Michael yelled.

Gibbs narrowed his eyes at the man. "how do you know there were five men? I didn't even know that."

"lucky guess."

"who are they?" Gibbs tone was low and cut.

"I don't kn-"

Michael was cut off when Gibbs tossed the table to the side and slammed him against the wall. One hand had a grip on his midnight hair, while his other arm was pressed up against his throat making it had for him to breath. "I am getting sick of your games! My son is on the verge of death, because your boys cut him open. You are going to tell me who they are and where I can find them or I will make sure you have one hell of a good time in prison." The last part was nothing, but a whisper.

"alright, alright! Just let go." Once released Michael gasped for air going into a fit of coughs. "I do know them, it's true they work for me. I had given them precise orders that Tim was off limits, no harm was to come to him. I didn't know they had harmed Tim until the next day. They came to my house covered in blood and shaking, once they told what they had done I kicked them out telling them I wanted nothing to do with. That was the last time I saw any of them, I don't know where they are or where they could have gone."

Gibbs studied him, he was hiding something. "who are they?"

"the ones involved in the attack were joseph Edgar's, peter and Mathew Gram. The man I know did that to Tim was Thomas Hara." Michael admitted.

"and you just let them go? Knowing what they did to McGee!" Gibbs felt his blood boil. "are you stupid or you just don't give a crap?"

Michael shrugged. "look he got himself into this mess, we are not in Afghanistan for me to watch his back. He's a grown man, he knew what he was getting into when he tried to say that girl."

Gibbs clenched his jaw. "he knew what he was getting into? I doubt Tim knew he was going to get gutted when he tried to save that girl from getting rape!"

"look man I don't give a shit anymore okay? The whole reason I even looked out for him in the field is because his father ordered me to look out for him. I mean we can't have the admiral's son get killed now can we? To tell you the truth McGee can di-" Michael was cut off by Gibbs right hook connecting to his jaw. Gibbs grabbed him by the front of the shirt slamming him against the wall, hand on his throat. Gibbs wanted nothing, but to erase the smirked off his stupid face. it was taking all of his will not to hurt the man, but just as that will was about to break tony and ziva rushed into the room.

Ziva laid a hand on his arm, running another up and down his back. "Jethro? Let him go. He isn't worth it." Gibbs just stared at the man willing his to burst into flames. Michael was fighting to get air into his lungs, squirming to get away. "Gibbs you know Tim would not want this. He will get what is coming, but you need to let him go." Tony pried his hands off. Ziva pulled Gibbs out of the room as tony attended to the gasping man. A little bit longer and he would have suffocated.

Gibbs leaned against the wall, head leaning against the wall. "is she ready?"

Ziva gave him a warning look. "you can't lay your hands on this one Jethro." Gibbs glared at her. "just telling."

Gibbs snorted. "it's 'just saying' Ziver." Pulling her into a hug he sighed. "I just want this over with."

"I know jet, but we are getting there. Tim is getting better, we have the names of those that did this, all we have to find out is what was she doing with Michael." Giving him a kiss on the cheek she pushed him towards the room. "be nice."

Rolling his eyes, he took a deep breath as he walked in. keeping his face blank Gibbs looked to the person sitting at the table. "Delilah."