KINDA WEIRD AND LAME, SO JUST BARE WITH ME. IT WILL GET BETTER SOON. I JUST HAD TO GET THIS CHAPTER OUT.

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"Agent Gibbs. Can you please tell me why I am in here? Or why your agent chased and tackled me?" Delilah snapped.

"Sure, once you tell me what you were doing at the cabin with my suspect." Gibbs asked.

"Michael?" Delilah asked.

Gibbs took a deep breath. "yes Michael, I want to know what you were doing with him in the cabin?"

Delilah shook her head. "He called me saying he needed help with something, but when I got there he was pacing like some caged lion. When I asked him what was wrong he said it all went wrong. He kept repeating that over and over."

"What went wrong?" Gibbs demanded.

"I don't know he wouldn't tell me. The only other thing he said was that 'what is done is done'." Delilah glanced up at him. "Did something happen to Tim?"

"That doesn't matter at the moment. How long have you know Michael?" Gibbs took a seat across from her, but kept her distance.

"I've known him less than Tim has, maybe a year or two."

Gibbs leaned forward, it really sucks she was a woman. "And how long have you two been in a relationship?"

Delilah scoffed. "We haven't. Michael is a frien-"

"Stop! Just stop." Gibbs slammed his hand on the table making her jump. "No way will a man like him, call you for help of all the people he can. You two are more than friends and frankly I don't give a shit how it happened. What I want to know is what enrollment did he have in McGee's attack."

Delilah shook her head. "I don't know agent Gibbs! Will you please tell me what is wrong with Tim?"

"Do you really care?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes I do. I love him."

Gibbs smirked. "Now that is a lie. You know it and I know it." Standing up, Gibbs grabbed the file and headed for the door.

"Michael is a good man; he did nothing wrong!"

That caused him to freeze half way out the door. "Good man?" Gibbs stood before her once more. "Timmy was attacked, he was half gutted and dump on the side of a road to die! Your boyfriend Michael knew of his disappearance, knew who the attackers were and knew what had happened. That is not a good person."

Delilah jumped to her feet. "Tim is in the hospital?!"

"Sit down." Gibbs ordered.

"I have to go and see him…I have to make sure he is okay!" Delilah ran for the door, only to be blocked by Ziva.

"You are not going anywhere." Gibbs stern voice growled. Ziva pulled her back to the seat and shoved her down. "At the moment you are under arrest for accomplice to the attempted murder of agent Timothy McGee."

"What?! You can't do that!" Delilah yelled, trying to get up, but Ziva wouldn't let go. "You can't! I had nothing to do with that! It was all Michael!" The moment the words were out she slapped her hand over her mouth.

Gibbs looked to Ziva and back. "What do you mean?" The young woman shook her head. "Delilah either you tell me what you know or you will be sending a long time behind bars."

"mi-Michael set everything up." Looking up she locked eyes with the older man. "He planned to kill Tim."

Gibbs took a seat, while ziva stood behind her. "Yell me."

Delilah took a deep breath. "Michael was always treated better than McGee when it came to the admiral. You know. The admiral would treat him with respect and kindness. Everything he denied Tim, Michael got it, but Tim will always be his son." Ziva couldn't believe where her words were heading. "Michael got this idea stuck in his head, that if Tim was gone he would take his place. He will be a replacement for the family."

Gibbs ran a hand thru his hair. "What happened next?"

"He planned it all, Michael asked for a get together at their usual bar. Everything was a setup, the girl, the rape, everything." Delilah was a river of tears by now.

"Wait, wait. The girl? As in the rape victim?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes, she is the sister of the youngest. The one Tim killed."

"Keep talking." Ziva ordered, Gibbs might not be able to lay a hand on her, but nothing was said about herself.

"The plan was to take him out quickly and leave. The kidnap and cutting was not planned at all. We tried to stop them, but they were enraged for their fallen man. I swear I tried to-"

"What do you mean tried? You were there?" Gibbs growled. "You were there and you allowed them to gut Tim up! To dump him in the middle of a road to die!"

Ziva watched him, she knew that if this was a man all hell would have broken loose. "Gibbs let go outside."

Gibbs shook his head. "No I want to hear what she has to say." Ziva sighed, this was going to get ugly.

"I was there and I tried to stop them, but they wouldn't listen. I left not wanting to hear Tim's screams. They were horrible, it pained me to hear them. I only left the room after everything went quiet, they had left." Delilah didn't dare to look up.

Gibbs couldn't take it anymore, jumping up he rushed out of the room. Without stopping until he was outside, the fresh air hitting him full force. Getting a lung fill, Gibbs leaned against the wall. This whole case was fucked up! The man that Tim thought as a brother planned his murder so said man can have the admirals love, all for himself. The woman Tim loved was cheating on him and present in his attack. His father was doing everything in his power to protect the man that planned all of this. Let's not forget they still had to grab the actual doers, and the fake victim. Gibbs was pulled out of his thoughts at the sight of Ziva next to him.

"You okay?"

Gibbs scoffed. "I don't know. I don't know what to feel. A part of me wants to throw everything out the window and barge back in there, but the other knows it's wrong."

Ziva grabbed his hand in a supportive gesture. "I know how you feel."

"I don't know what to do. Everyone is somehow involved, but not all will pay. Delilah will walk since she didn't participate in the attack. Michael will probably walk as well if admiral McGee pulls his strings." Gibbs growled.

Ziva sighed. "Alright, you need a breather. Let's go to the hospital and visit McGee, you need it and I know Tim misses you by now." Not waiting for his response, Ziva was already pulling him towards the car.

Neither spotting the trio standing in the shadows.