AN: Let me apologize ahead of time for this being short, but it will give you a glimpse of where we are headed...well kinda :). Thanks for reading! Hope to have more up soon!
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Gibbs was busy staring at his phone while McGee was texting, calling and emailing Tony. He was a record, sixty seven minutes late and that was never a good sign.
"I could swing by his place boss…"
Gibbs only stared in response, glancing back and forth at the now two empty desks.
McGee opened his mouth to concede when he saw his boss stand up and slip on his side arm. The look in his eyes left Tim with no other option then to follow suit. He followed behind Gibbs quickly and slipped into the elevator just as it began to close.
"Gut feeling boss?"
But again, no verbal answer came.
The ride to his rental home was one of the scariest trips McGee had ever been on with Gibbs. And those always seemed to happen when one of their team was in some sort of trouble…but Tony was only sixty minutes late. For all they knew he could be sleeping off one too many drinks. But all McGee could think about was the look in Gibbs eyes and in them was something he rarely saw…
Fear.
They approached his door with little hesitation and were a bit shocked to find the door unlocked. Gibbs had his hand on his side arm but hadn't drawn it, causing McGee to do the same. They slipped through each room and found nothing.
"Call him McGee!"
"Why don't I call him boss?"
The two finished each phrase simultaneously as Tim lifted his phone and held down Tony's speed dial number. It wasn't long before the Magnum P.I. ring tone sent Gibbs into his bedroom…
"Damnit DiNozzo…"
"Maybe he just spent the night at a friends house…"
Gibbs glare intensified.
"Or not." He mumbled quietly to himself, but knew better than to think Gibbs hadn't heard him. A head slap came quickly. "I'll start looking for what else he left behind…"
Gibbs did the same. It was a full thirty seconds before McGee's tone churned his gut even more.
"Not good…" Was all Tim could manage as he stared wide eyed at Tony's side arm and back pack laying to the left of his bed. He wanted to think of another good excuse, but this time his own gut started churning.
"Do a clean sweep of this place McGee!"
"On it." Came the quick response. Even if McGee wasn't convinced Tony hadn't been out carousing last night, he knew better than to question Gibbs gut. Besides, Tony wouldn't be that irresponsible after what happened yesterday…would he?
He began searching through Tony's cell phone when he over heard a Gibbs bark coming from the living room. It was only a momentary distraction however…that was until he noticed the number of outgoing calls to a certain number.
"Boss…"
Gibbs was half way into the bedroom before Tim called him. McGee handed him the cell phone and watched his boss squint for a moment before making out the name.
"What are you thinking boss?"
"Trouble McGee…" He moved towards the door. "Trouble."