Timothy McGee had been officially missing for almost two days. Gibbs would have liked to search for his agent all through the night, but Natalie forced him -and the rest of his team, as a matter of fact- back to the hotel to get some sleep.

"Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been," A sweet voice rang out in the living room where Gibbs dreamt he was sitting.

"You have a lovely voice, you know," Shannon Gibbs cooed to Kelly as she walked into the living room. Gibbs stood up quickly to kiss her and grinned and sat back down.

"Where'd you here that song?" Gibbs inquired his daughter.

"School," Kelly simply shrugged, too engrossed in her coloring to give a detailed response.

Gibbs half grinned, half smirked. "Yeah?" he asked. "You like the Beatles?"

"They're okay," she shrugged again. This only made Gibbs grin even wider, simply because he loved his daughter. He laughed and picked her up, tickling her. But then suddenly, his smile vanished and he set Kelly down and went into the kitchen. He stooped over the sink and gripped the counter. Shannon had followed him, and leaned in the doorway.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" she sighed.

Gibbs simply shook his head. "what would it be like, not to be able to watch your child to grow up or ever even hold her?"

"You're worried about him aren't you?" She asked

Gibbs nodded. "I'm sorry but I have to go. I need to find my agent," He said quietly.

The dream faded and Gibbs groggily woke up. He shook it off quickly though. Especially when he heard, coming from the kitchen of his hotel room, singing.

"He blew his mind out in a car. He didn't notice that the lights had changed," A little boy's voice rang out. Gibbs thought he was going crazy when he saw a young boy coloring something at the table. Oddly enough, he was drawing the exact same thing Kelly was in his dream.

He walked over and looked over the boy's shoulder. "What are you drawing?" He asked gruffly and softly at the same time.

The boy shrugged. "My daddy…"

"You're a good artist," Gibbs shrugged.

The boy frowned all of a sudden and turned to scowl at Gibbs. "Why did you do that?" He said angrily.

Gibbs facial expression didn't change, but internally he was very confused.

The boy stood up and stomped his foot. "He told you that he didn't want to come but you made anyways! And now he's lost and it's all your fault! And if he gets hurt I'll hate you forever!" He screamed. Then he pouted. "And because mommy doesn't like it when I hit people, I'll just have to ask you. Please, Gibbs. Keep my daddy safe. You gotta promise me!" He cried.

"Jimmy? Jimmy!" A woman burst through the door and picked up the boy. "I apoligize Mr. Gibbs. My son isn't supposed to be here," the woman said.

Gibbs frowned. There was something off about her. Off as in… not… symmetrical? Wow. He never knew he was so OCD. It was just so odd! He saw the boy on her left side and kept looking and expecting another child to be standing at her write. It was so strange… he had no reason to suspect that she had another child. And, to make matters weirder, he swore he knew both the mother and the son somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place a name to the face.

"It's fine," he stated simply.

The woman picked up the boy and was about to leave, then turned back to Gibbs. "Take care of my husband, Gibbs," She said. "And I need you to tell him- wake up. Wake up!"

Suddenly, Gibbs snapped awake. It was a dream. All a dream.

"GIBBS, WAKE UP!"

Gibbs snapped open his eyes and was very surprised to see Abby looming over him. His eyes flickered to the clock. 7:00 am.

"Gibbs! Good you're up!" She squealed. Then frowned. "I just got in. Where's Timmy. What did you mean when you told me all that stuff about Timmy! It can't be true can it! A little boy and a little girl! Ooh! Timmy's a daddy! B-but he's also a widow… and oh! Poor Timmy! Where is he?"

"Abby… Abby!" ABBY!" Gibbs said. She shut up quickly. "How did you get in?" He asked.

"It was easy! I just…" And she went on about how she hacked into the lock's security thingy.

Then, the phone rang and Abby went silent. After a short conversation, Gibbs hung up. "That was Natalie. Come on. Time to go to the stat-," But Abby was gone. No, she wasn't going to the station. She was going to find her Timmy.