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Goldfishmind

Chapter 7

Gibbs, Tony and Ziva walked away, back to the bullpen. Leaving McGee with his thoughts and his father behind the door. Without really realizing it, he stood there in the hallway for several minutes

—Flashback—

"I'm home!" James McGee yelled. He smelt the smell of fried potatoes. He loved it.

"Daddy!" Little Sarah came running around the corner and hugged her dad.

"Hey Sarah, how are you sweetie?"

"I am fine daddy." She hugged her father even more. He loved his daughter, his wife and his son, who also came around the corner.

"Hey dad."

"Hey Tim, how are you, big brother?" Tim just smiled. His mum came in, she kissed her husband and led him to the kitchen. Dinner was ready.

Those days were the best.

a few months later.

Admiral McGee sat at his desk, at home. He was thinking of all those years, years with so many friends. One of his best friends, Justin, was killed in a car accident. Another friend committed suicide. And another was going to die. He had cancer and there was no way he could win the battle.

Admiral McGee stood and walked to his bar. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured some in a glass. He placed the glass at his lips and drank everything in one gulp. Another Anthother glass. Everything in one gulp. Another.. Another.. He put the glass down on the desk with a hard thwack. He couldn't forget what happened. Please let me forget it! Please.. A tear fell down his cheek. He had so many problems. His dead friends. His sister was about to marry a criminal who just came out of prison. His son's bullies became worse. Also, some guys were bullying his daughter; but Tim was so brave, he stood up for his sister, but not for himself. Another glass. He wanted another, but the bottle was empty. Some more tears fell down his cheeks.

He didn't know his twelve year old son was peeking around the door and saw his father drinking and crying.

Young Timothy saw his father but didn't knew what was wrong, well something had to be wrong, because his father was crying, but what was it? Tim stood and snuck away from the door.

A day or so later.

Admiral McGee's wife was gone, she was visiting a friend in Los Angeles. Admiral McGee was home alone with his two kids. It was 10 pm. He sat at his desk and drank again. He had bought a lot of bottles of whiskey. He drank five glasses of whiskey when he saw a small face peeking around the door. Hhm? He already brought his kids to bed and told them a story. James McGee walked to the door and saw how the face disappeared. He heard fast footsteps on the stairs. James followed the footsteps; they led him to his son's bedroom.

Tim was standing in his room. His father was following him! Tim ran to the bathroom and tried to hide himself behind the shower curtain. He stood there, breathing loud. His father entered the room and yelled.

"What were you doing there?"

Sarah was woken up by the noise. She was always curious, so she followed the sound and also entered the bathroom.

"I…I.. sorry dad, I.. I was.. was.. just…" stuttered Tim.

The alcohol took the admiral's mind completely. He didn't even hear his daughter scream as he lifted his left fist. His fist swung down and hit the boy on his cheek. He saw the boy falling on the ground. The admiral turned around and almost ran away, back to his desk.

Tim knew his father became angry quickly, especially when Tim did something he shouldn't do. Like peeking around a doorway. And when he saw his father standing up looking at him, he knew he was in big trouble. So he ran away. And hid, so no one could find him. But his father wasn't a normal father, he was an admiral in the US Navy. He knew better than a stupid small kid who's trying to hide behind a curtain.

His father entered the bathroom and yelled at him. Seconds later Sarah came running in. Tim's eyes were filled with terror as he saw how his father lifted his fist and slammed it into him. He felt an enormous pain, and then darkness overwhelmed him.

The next Tim knew was waking up on the couch. He felt ice at his left cheek. Tim opened his eyes completely. He saw a neighbor sitting on the other couch, with Sarah next to her. She looked at Tim and saw he was waking up.

"Hi Tim. How are you feeling?"

His cheek hurt a lot. "Just a bit sore."

"That's to be expected. Sarah told me what happened, never run into the bathroom and slip on the mat. You fell with your cheek on the bathtub, and you have a cut on your left cheek. It will hurt for a few days, but you'll be OK sweetie."

—End Flashback—

Tim still stood there. Five minutes had passed.