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Goldfishmind

Chapter 6

'new day, new chances'

McGee woke up. He was very tired. His mind was fuzzy and he was very angry at his alarm. He switched it off and went to the shower. Letting the hot water pour over his body, waking him up. After showering, he ate some cereal.

All the time he was thinking of one thing; his father did several things he shouldn't have done, but he could never kill someone in cold blood. He wanted to tell Gibbs what happened, but he couldn't let his father go to prison for, how many years? Well, maybe his father could kill someone, but not like this. If he killed someone, it was one good blow to the head. Or one gunshot. Not beating a guy to death, stab him and let him lay on the ground. Not his father.

McGee was almost sleeping when he went to his car. He tried to wake himself up. No sleeping while driving, Tim, he told himself. He got the car and drove away, to NCIS Headquarters.

Gibbs was up all night thinking about how he could solve this case. Admiral McGee didn't look like someone who would confess very fast, and he was definitely not like most people. He had something different. Gibbs had seen a lot of people who had the same look. Guilt. But if this guy felt guilty, it wasn't because he could have murdered the lieutenant, but something he wanted to forget, and was almost able to but not quite. By seeing Gibbs maybe? By knowing his son was around. Maybe it was something with his son, or daughter. Or his wife.

Gibbs decided to request the file for his wife.

McGee was in his car. He had barely slept, and was really, really tired. He drove onto the road and didn't even notice his car went from the right side to the left side and back to the right and back to the left. Then he heard horns, waking McGee up. He blinked and sat up, now trying to concentrate on his driving, and the road. He stopped and went inside his usual coffee shop for his favorite coffee. After buying, drinking and ordering another coffee McGee went back to his car and drove again to HQ, now awake because of the caffeine.

Everyone was at HQ, working. They read Abby and Ducky's reports. The lieutenant's death was caused by being fatally beaten. He died 6 hours before he was found; the body was discovered at 6 am, therefore time of death was midnight, July 4th.

They went to the interrogation and observation rooms; Ziva, Tony and Tim stood behind the mirror as Gibbs interrogated Admiral McGee.

"Can I speak to my son now?"

"No. Where were you July 4th at midnight?"

"At my hotel room."

"Is there anyone to confirm that?"

"No, I was alone, reading a book."

"What are you doing in DC?"

"I have some appointments."

Gibbs gave the man the famous Gibbs-look.

"Can I speak to him now?"

He didn't get an answer. They heard some noises from behind the mirror.

"McGee, no, McGee!" it was Ziva's voice.

"Shh."

"Tony! Don't shush me!"

"Ziva," now some muffled voices.

Then it was silent again.

"I hear you are trying to keep Tim away from me?"

No answer, again.

"Why can't I see and speak to my son, Agent Gibbs? I'll tell you everything I know if I can speak to my son."

Gibbs leaned over the table. "And now you know something. You said you didn't know the guy."

"I don't know him, but that doesn't mean I know nothing about it."

Gibbs stood and walked out of the room, closing the door silently. He waited until the rest of his team was also outside the room next to him.

"What was that about?" Gibbs asked.

"Ziva thought McGee would barge into that room boss." Tony said.

"McGee, speak to your father, and get what I want to know. No filming, no one will watch. Just you and your father."

McGee eyes widened, "You really want me to.." McGee stopped talking, seeing Gibbs look. "Oh, okay. I will."