A/N: Good news everyone! My internet, finally back on. So I can continue updating. Now since I was on a weekly schedule, I probably owe the few readers I have quite a few chapters. Unfortunately, this one will have to do for now. Try to enjoy.

Disclaimer: As usual, I own none of the characters or names, or any of that crap. I pretty much own nothing.

- Chapter 6 -

McGee bound across the parking garage, running for his car as fast as he could. Kate tried to follow behind him, straining to keep up.

Tim finally reached his destination, and opened the driver's side door of his car. He reached across and popped open the glove compartment. Kate finally caught up, and slowed down. (However still maintaining a quick jog.)

"Tim!" She called. "Tim come on! Slow down."

His fingers closed around the black grip of his weapon and he pulled it out. With his left hand he reached for the clip beside it. He looked up as the passenger's side door opened up, and she climbed in.

Once the gun was loaded, he shoved it into a second shoulder holster he was wearing under his suit jacket. Finally arming himself with his Jericho he climbed in completely. He shut the door as Kate sat next to him. He placed his hands on the steering wheel, only to squeeze his fingers around it.

Kate looked over and gave him a helpful nod. "We get there, I'll be right behind you."

McGee nodded and started the car. "Where did they trace the call to anyway?"

"You know Tim, Gibbs never said they were successful in tracing the call."

"I don't care! If I have to search a fifty mile radius, I will. I want this bastard either arrested... or dead." He said, pulling the car out into the street.

She smirked. She had never seen Tim like this before. He was so... dedicated. Sure he seemed a little angry or flustered, but it was something new. Agent Todd always liked new. "Hey, if you need a character witness..."

McGee looked over at her and swallowed. The car stopped as they came to a red light. "Thanks." He said, losing this furious glow. The old Tim was back, and he smiled. "I love you, I ever tell you that?"

"It came up once or twice." She said. "And don't worry. I'll make sure I don't do anything hasty. Jericho's your kill." Kate smiled over at him and patted her own P226. "Unfortunately, I can't say the same for any of his cronies."

McGee grinned, that was the Kate he knew. The one he reallyfell in love with. Give her a gun, she could take care of herself. Perhaps because it was such a refreshing change of pace. It was nice not to have to babysit some foolish cheerleader. He honestly didn't know how DiNozzo could put up with it every time he had a date. Thought maybe it had something to do with the fact that DiNozzo always want maybe a week long fling, and Tim wouldn't mind something long-term.

Ha! He never thought of it like that. Big bad DiNozzo was afraid of an itty-bitty ten letter word. Commitment!

- Alexandria City Government: Vehicle Impounding Yard -

McGee brought his car to a stop across the street from the gate leading into a local impound yard. The buzz of cars on the above highway was like white noise. Tim and Kate started across to where they Nick crouched near the chain fence.

"Nick, what the hell are you doing here?" McGee asked, crouching beside him while Kate did the same.

"Ah, hello Timothy." He greeted, disregarding that his gun was drawn and he was on his knees. "I've been waiting for you. I know how much you want to catch Jericho, so I refrained from heading in until you got here."

Tim drew his SIGARMS and held it downward. "Great, can we head in now?"

"Come now Tim, ladies first." He said kindly.

Kate smirked and shrugged. "No skin off my bones." She started towards the fence, as she quickly climbed and jumped over to the other side. The guys were close behind her.

"Okay, so no one's listening Timothy." He said. "Are you screwing her?"

McGee gave him a soft punch in the shoulder once they arrived behind Kate. "You sound like Tony." He said. "Well, we are a couple I guess. But we haven't done..."

"Sure..."

"You know, you're starting to remind me of the good old days, 'Slick Nick'." McGee thought aloud.

Nick chuckled. "Well there was a reason they were called the good old days."

McGee joined with a soft laugh. "Still fighting off the ladies with a stick?"

Collins sighed. "Uh... currently... no. For once you're beating me in that area. Kate, was it?"

"Yes." Said the woman, as they caught up with her hiding behind a set of empty oil drums. "But that's Caitlin Todd to you." She shot Tim a glance.

"Playing your own little games of cops and robbers eh?" Nick asked. He snickered. "Relax, I'm kidding. I'm not that perverted."

Kate smirked. "I only wish Tony was more like you."

The trio took up position behind the drums, remaining unseen. "There's dozens of pricks around here!" McGee exclaimed.

"Timothy... look."

Tim switched his gaze to another direction, where he saw something that almost made him jump for joy. "Kate there, that's him." He said, pointing over to a man wearing a black trenchcoat, tinted shades, and a white dress shirt with a black tie. The man who had killed both Petty Officer Rafferty and Warrant Officer Carter. Washington's go-to, high society, hired gun. Jericho.

They watched the scene as it unfolded before them. There were five eighteen wheeler trucks lining the yard, and two top-of-the-line vehicles were being loaded into each of them. Plenty of suspects were guarding the area, and Jericho was overseeing the load.

"Right mate, how are we going to go about this?" Nick asked the two. "By the looks of things, they've got automatic weapons."

McGee looked over. "I say we take out who we can, and I'll go after Jericho." He turned to Nick. "See if you can get the cars out of those trucks."

Nick nodded, and peeked over the top of the drums. He raised the P228 and waited. "Just say the word mate."

Tim nodded. He stood up, slipping out unseen and ran over to a cab with no container hooked up to the back. He crouched behind one of the back wheels, and turned to face them. He counted off seconds with his fingers.

Five... four... three... two... one...

Nick and Kate raised their weapons, remaining crouched behind the drums. They each blasted a barrage of nine milimeter mayhem upon the men, and received fire from Hecklar and Koch sub machine guns and AK-47 rifles.

"Hey!" Screamed McGee, raising his own SIG. "Stop shooting my friends!"

Jericho smirked and turned as one of his little friends tossed him his sawed-off. He fished through his pockets, taking out two shotgun slugs. Before long, his weapon was raised. "Timothy McGee." He muttered. "Right on time."

McGee ducked and reloaded his P226 as he felt two slugs strike the side of the trucker cab. "Damnit! I always hated that thing!"

Nick and Kate proved to be good shooters together, they successfully took down three of the seven men swarming the area. Before long, that three dead men turned to a four. McGee had two, but was constantly ducking to avoid his flesh from being torn apart by shotgun slugs.

Tim put away the SIGARMS and took out his own Jericho pistol. He climbed over the empty platform and ran across to the now empty lot. Empty... that couln't be. He looked around frantically. No one was there! Jericho... he was gone! He lowered his Israili Military Industries pistol and sighed. He heard Kate and Nick coming up behind him. "I can't believe it!" He muttered. "He's gone."

Kate consoled him, while Nick looked confused. And unfortunately, their peace and quiet didn't last long. There was a loud blaring, and the five eighteen wheelers burst out of their parking spots, trying to crush poor McGee in the process.

He jumped out of the way, and turned to shoot out the tires as he saw the truck with Jericho in it. "No! Damnit!" All five started for the gate leading out onto the streets, and he growled.

"Aaah! Shit!" He screamed, throwing his pistol on the ground.

The three stood there, watching as the trucks escaped from view. They were going to look pretty foolish walking back to the bullpen empty-handed.