AN: Thanks for the reviews! I love hearing what you guys thought! Okay, so I'm uploading 3 chapters today. I was just going to do 2, and then I saw how short they were and had to add another chapter. Now about next week's update...I will be studying for a HUGE test that weekend, so my update might be delayed by a few days. I will do my best to get something up for you guys, though. Just keep an eye out!
Vance squeezed the bridge of his nose. "Right now, we don't know if McGee's cover was blown when you guys interfered, or if he'd already been compromised. We'll assume he's in trouble since he's had no contact with any of us."
"Ziva, go process the scene. I'll interrogate our suspect," Gibbs said.
"Boss, I'll help Ziva," Tony said, swinging his legs off the bed.
Gibbs looked hard at him, trying to decide if he looked well enough to help. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he nodded. With a plan in mind, they left the hospital.
Dylan Stanfield strode from McGee's room, already planning what he needed to do next. He had a phone call to make.
"Uncle."
Dylan turned to greet his nephew, "Johnny-boy! What are you doing here?"
The younger man shrugged, "Thought I'd see how the plan was progressing."
Dylan gave a smile, pride coating his voice as he replied, "Well, you were right, nephew. He won't help us. Not yet." He clapped his hand on John's shoulder. The boy was bright; he'd come up with this plan, and if it all went well, none of them would be caught. Especially not his nephew.
They still needed to be careful, though. "Should you be here?"
Johnny gave a quick smile, "I was just leaving now. I wanted to say goodbye to you first, though."
"Ah, Johnny-boy. What would I do without you?" They clapped each other on the back once more before John left. Dylan watched him leave while he made his phone call. Agent McGee needed to be persuaded before he agreed to help them.