By the time, they arrived at the cabin, Michael was being booked and half. Each getting ready, they followed Gibbs to the cabin. It was all quiet…too quiet. Gibbs held three fingers up, by the time he got to one Tony kicked the door down. What was found surprised them.

One man and one girl laid on the floor handcuffed to the radiator. Frank's dogs were sitting in the corner watching them. The smallest one had a letter attached to his collar.

Ziva slowly grabbed it, jerking at the growl it gave. Opening it up She read it out loud. "I thought it would be best if I did this. Too many emotions running. Dogs only speak German Ziva. Hang on to them someone will pick them up. See you around. Frank."

Tony whistled. "He did a number on him. He's got cuts on his body and most likely some broken bones."

Ziva glared at the suspect. "The paper has blood as well. I'm guessing the fought."

Gibbs simply grunted. "Get them loaded. Ziva what are you going to do with them?" He pointed towards the dogs.

Giving him a sweet smile she called for them. "They are Frank's and he did ask to watch over them."

"No." Gibbs snapped. "We already have Jethro at the house."

"Gibbs I can't just leave them out here. Look he risks a lot to do this for me, the least I can do is watch over them for a few days." Ziva hugged them close, giving him her best pout.

With a heavy sigh, he nodded. "Fine but they sleep outside."

Ziva laughed. "I think they are used to it."

Gibbs had hold off the interrogation, to visit Tim. When He got there the man was sitting up, and eating what looked like broth. His mother and sister had gone to get something to eat. "Hey, Tim." Tim simply smiled. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, but then again with all the pain meds who wouldn't."

Something was off. He seemed angry. "Tim, you okay? You seem…angry."

"No, I'm fine. How's the case going?" He was avoiding the subject. "Ducky said you had help on the downside."

Gibbs nodded. "Ziva called in an old co-worker of hers. Made Michael talk within three minutes."

"Co-worker? As in Mossad?" Tim smiled. He always wanted to meet one of Ziva's friends. "Awesome."

Gibbs smiled. "You might get to meet him. Has to pick up his dogs."

Tim grinned. It was no news that he had always been interested in Ziva's Mossad life. Always asking questions, asking Ziva to show him her moves and so on. Ziva, on the other hand, kept it quiet. It was her past and only for special occasions did she bring it back up. "How is Jethro?"

"He's fine a bit depressed. But okay."

Tim smiled. "And you?"

Gibbs jerked his head up. "Worried, but relieved to see you awake and alert."

"thank you, dad. I'm not sure I could do this alone." His voice was raw and low. "I was scared, still am."

Gibbs smiled. "you're not alone you have me, Ziva and the others. When one is not there, the other will be. You won't go through this alone Tim. Never. We will get to the bottom of this and make them pay."

"I know, I know." He was paused by a yawn.

Gibbs pulled the blanket higher onto him. "Get some sleep."

"No." He whispered. "I don't want to."

"Timothy you're still weak and tired." Gibbs chaste, removing the food table.

Tim grabbed his arm. "I don't want to dream."

"What?"

"I don't want to relive it again." He sounded so broken, to the agent's ears.

Gibbs ran his fingers through his hair. "What do you dream about?"

"That night, being held on the table and getting cut open. Only it changes." He whispered.

"How?"

"I-I-sometimes I am observing. Watching you or Ziva or Tony being cut." Gibbs winced at the whimper he gave. "The worst I can't save you. I am being held down and no matter how hard I fight I can't get loose from him."

Gibbs glanced down at him. "From who?"

"My-my father."

Jethro inhaled a deep breath. "Listen to me it's just a dream. You are safe and as long as I live, I will try my best to keep you safe. Your father will not hurt or humiliate you again. Not on my watch. It's your dream Tim, you have the power to change it." Tim glanced up at him, then down, then again. "What is it?" Tim shook his head. "Spill it."

"Could you hum me the song?" Tim whispered.

Gibbs chuckled softly. When McGee came back from his deployment, he had trouble sleeping. Between the nightmares and insomnia, he was a wreck. Gibbs would cuddle him, with Ziva and hum him a lullaby. He wasn't sure what cause him to do it, but it worked. Tim would fall asleep peacefully. "Of course." Closing the room's door, he took his seat once more. Making sure Tim had his eyes closed, he softly began humming the song. Tim didn't last long to fall asleep. Gibbs to doze off, but a knock on the door startled him, making sure Tim was asleep he creeped out.

Two officers stood before him. "Can I help you?"

"Agent timothy McGee?" The oldest asked.

Gibbs frowned. "No I am his boss, McGee is still in recovery. What is this about?"

The cop handed him a paper. "We have a warrant for agent McGee's arrest for the murder of Jaime Fuentes."

Gibbs stared at the paper. "Is this some kind of joke? My agent is still on the verge of death and you come here to arrest him?!"

The second officer raised a hand. "We apologize sir, but we are simply doing our job. There will be an officer stationed at the door until he can be moved." With that, they left.

Gibbs stared at the paper in his hands. He couldn't believe it, someone was accusing McGee of murder. Not only that, but it was the truth. They had no crime scene, no witness and for all, he knew that bitch will probably lie on the stand. Crunching the paper in his hand he took a deep breath.

He was not about to let McGee go to jail. Not now. Not ever. Grabbing his phone, he made a quick call to Ziva. "Come to the hospital."

Ziva was there in half an hour. "What's the matter?" Gibbs handed her the paper. "What the hell is this?!"

"McGee is under arrest for murder."