Hi everyone, after a while, I am back! :)
I deleted the last chapter, because that was just some A/N, not usefull for the story.
anyway, Love to CALLEN37 who had just beta-read this story for me, thank you so much :)
please review and enjoy the story ofcourse!
~Goldfishmind
Chapter 10
When Tim McGee finally woke up, several hours later, no one was in the squad room anymore. It was dark, moonlight shone through the window. McGee rubbed his eyes, walked to the stairs, and went to the interrogation room. He stood in front of the door and tried to stop the memories from blurring his mind.
He opened the door and went inside. His father was sitting in his chair and had fallen asleep, but when McGee Sr. heard the door, he opened his eyes and saw his son.
"Tim? What are you doing here?"
"I want to know what you know about the night of July 4th."
His father sighed, but started to talk. "I don't know a lot about the night, but an hour before, I went for a short walk. I talked to a young woman, about your age. She sounded angry, and maybe a little bit drunk. I don't know why, but she started to beat me. Moreover, Tim, you know me, if someone picks a fight against me, I fight back. After a few punches, she ran off. I let her go, I usually don't slap woman."
"But you do slap little children." Tim mumbled softly, his father didn't hear him and continued.
"I felt a little bit awkward, I had just had a fight with a woman, in the dark, with no witnesses. I decided to go home. Less than ten minutes later, a man approached me and started beating me up, I fought back. However, this guy knew how to fight, not just a few punches, as if he was trained. I heard someone yelling; 'call the police!' and we both decided we did not wanted to be busted, and we both ran off, I went home and he went to an alley. He's your dead guy."
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"
"Because I wanted to talk to you, but you don't want to talk to me, clearly."
"I can't understand how you could ever beat me up." Tim answered.
"I am really, really sorry Tim, I was drunk and-." He was cut off by his son
"Then, WHY did you get drunk?"
"To forget what happened. I lost friends; I couldn't let it go without the alcohol."
"And when I was older, you bought me that car for my sixteenth birthday, just to try to go into the Navy or military huh? Not just as a present, but an expensive present."
"No, I really wanted you to become the same as me, besides the alcohol."
"Why?"
"Because, it is a family tradition! I joined the navy, so did my dad, and his dad, and his and so on! You were supposed to follow."
"Are you disappointed I didn't?"
"Well, you're still Navy."
"No, I am a federal agent, I work for the government."
"You're a navy cop."
Tim just sighed.
"I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?"
Five minutes later
Tim went back to the interrogation room. With his laptop.
"Okay. Can you describe the woman?"