Disclaimer: Of course NCIS… characters… and such belong to the powers that be & not ME!!! Story created for purely entertainment value.

You know the drill… I don't own it, but the story is all mine. The character of Kathleen, the 2nd Mrs. Gibbs, is complete fiction and has no connection to actual show history.

A/N: This is not the story I planning, but the one that evolved. I have not forgotten my poll request, but must answer to my muse. The dynamic with Kate, Tony, Tim in season 2 has so many sibling moments it begged to be creatively addressed and I felt up to the task. So, sit back, suspend belief and enjoy it as the fiction it's meant to be.

Warning: THIS STORY will CONTAIN NON-SEXUAL SPANKING; ABORT THE MISSION… DO NOT READ… TURN BACK NOW IF THIS ISN'T YOUR THING.

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Tim wasn't your average 8-year-old going on nine. He was more like an eighteen year old trapped in an 8-year-old's body. That's why he knew something was up when first five, then ten, then fifteen minutes ticked away on his watch. Even if he made allowances for the fact that his watch and Tony's hadn't been exactly synchronized it was still taking too long for his retrieval. Anger at being ditched gave way to panic about being caught which was quickly supplanted with deep rooted fear about how he was going to get home by him self with no bike.

Tony had been specific about not making a fuss outside the door. So banging and yelling were out of the question. What if Tony got caught doing something wrong? Should he be trying to find out? Did Tony need him to call their dad? Maybe he could call Kate. Boy he really didn't want to cry; He was feeling alone and confused. Those were two emotions that could send any 8-year-old into pant peeing hysteria.

Inside the theatre big brother kept one eye on the screen and the other on the guard. What the heck was he doing there? This was ridiculous it was like the man knew Tony had Tim waiting on the other side. Jake had whispered to him to stop worrying at least a dozen times. He said as long as Tim knew to just wait and not start knocking they'd get him in as soon as they could; figuring the little guys hurt feelings would be appeased with ice-cream.

Twenty-five minutes in had Tony ready to leap from his seat with a confession on his lips. Maybe he could start screaming about a bomb or fire. He was willing to do anything to get security from the door so he could get Timmy inside. The kid must be spooked by now. It would take a miracle to keep him from spewing to his father the second they walked into the door.

Finally, the guard checked his watch, glanced around the theatre and made his way to the back of the house. Tony and his friends all attempted to peek over their shoulders to see if the coast was truly clear. Once it was the teen boy was practically hurdling chairs to get to the side door. Forgetting about subtlety and the blazing sun that would pour in obscuring views Tony flung the door wide. Then he nearly dropped where he stood. Where the hell was Timothy Gibbs?

Tommy and Jake looked over at their friend as the other theatre goers wondered what the boy had been doing.

"Dude we gotta go look for him. He wasn't out there. I knew it was taking too long." Tony was panicked.

Tommy just rolled his eyes. This was the reason he never brought his little brother around. Jake jumped up with a better spirit of willingness. "Alright, Tommy and I will check outside and you look inside. Let's meet at the back video games.

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Tim's POV-Same Point In Time

Looking at his watch the mop-top little boy got off his curbside perch. He might as well dust off and figuring out what to do. Clearly Tony wasn't going to come for him. He yanked on the door one final time not caring who could hear him on the other side. Stalking off he went around to the front of the building. There was no choice he had to call his dad.

When he got to the front of the theatre he was greeted by a rather large African-American woman who smiled at him and held the door open noticing the little hands had difficulty keeping it open.

"Hi baby, you here by yourself?" The doe eyed boy just smiled back and looked around without answering. Then he nodded his head.

He never saw his brother, face etched with worry, run across the concession stand to the other side of the theatre.

"Ma'am may I use your phone please?"

"Well, aren't you the sweetest boy ever. You can use my phone sugar, but I think if you're lost maybe we should tell Mr. Sherman. He's the manager."

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"Of course you didn't. I just want to make sure you're safe. Do you know your phone number?"

"Yes. I want to call my dad."

"Who left you here?"

"I… nobody… I just need my dad to pick me up."

"Then let's get to that office."

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Tony's POV-Same Point In Time

Big Margie completely blocked Tim from view as Tony ran toward the back video games and past the closing office door.

"Any luck?" Jake asked as soon as his buddy approached.

"No. I checked every bathroom, the concession stand, and the other theatres. There's no sign of him. What if someone grabbed him? You know like one of those creepy dudes from America's Most Wanted. He's going to kill me, but I have to call my dad."

"Let's look one more time. Try calling Kate's cell phone. Maybe Tim called her." At least Jake was making suggestions. Tommy just leaned against the wall mumbling about the kid making him miss the movie.

"Okay, one more look around, but then I have to call him. He's my little brother. I have to find him."

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Present Time-Convergence

"Gibbs," the gruff ex-Gunny answered his cell phone. Listening to his youngest son on the other end Leroy Jethro Gibbs' blood hit its boiling point. Grabbing his Sig, badge and jacket he leapt into the elevator as the doors were about to close. It would take him ten minutes to get to the theatre.

Tim was feeling much better. His dad was on his way. He hadn't gotten in any trouble and even though he didn't find Tony he was sure his dad would.

Tony on the other hand was sweating, feeling nauseas, and felt as though his blood had been replaced by fear inducing serum. If things could get worse he didn't see how. He and the guys had circled three times for good measure and Tim just wasn't anywhere. When they saw Big Margie come from the back office followed by Mr. Sherman he contemplated asking for their help but decided against it. The last thing he wanted to explain was that the reason all of this started was because they were trying to sneak the kid into the movie. Leaning against the wall covered in Coming Soon posters Tony turned his back to the door and dialed his father.

Gibbs heard his phone going off but his focus was on getting to his son. As he came through the door he noticed three boys huddled tight. Then the familiar voice of his older son floated up to his ears, which were visibly turning beat red for the second time that day.

"Dad… it's Tony. You gotta call me as soon as you get this message. I can't … I don't know… Tim's gone."

The hand on his shoulder felt authoritative seriously unlike that of Jake or Tommy.

"Where'd he go Tony?"

Without even turning around Tony could feel the look being driven into him. It was his turn at pant peeing hysteria.