Chapter 12

After the meeting in Gibbs' basement, When McGee had spilled his thoughts he went home.

Gibbs drank some more bourbon. It wasn't usually the best way to think, but it helped Gibbs. Now he knew more, why McGee didn't want to interrogate his father.

Ziva's father is the director of the Mossad.

Tony's father is a multimillionaire, someone who drinks to lose his thoughts, his own father was a stubborn man, and now McGee's father was a drunken maniac.

So that meant everyone on his team had trouble with their fathers. Besides McGee, all their mothers were dead. 'Great!'

Next day at the office.

The elevator dinged and Gibbs looked up from the reports he had been reading. The elevator doors opened and McGee stepped into the squad room, his backpack over his left shoulder. The young agent walked towards his desk, dropped the backpack and sat down, immediately typing away on his keyboard.

Less than two minutes later the elevator dinged again and Tony and Ziva came out.

"McGee," Tony started, "We just talked to Agent Lossay, and he said your dad was asking for you again."

McGee looked up briefly and then looked at Gibbs. "Go ahead," was his short answer.

McGee stepped into the interrogation room again. Now he tried to push the flashbacks away. His father was still sitting on the chair.

"Tim, I just want you to know I am so sorry for what happened. Please forgive me?" The youngest man ignored his request and sat down on the chair on the other side of the table.

He didn't have a case file with him, so he couldn't pretend to do something, so was just killing time. He started staring at his father, trying to make his best Gibbs-look. His father stared back, the green eyes meeting the brown.

They sat like this for several minutes. "I know, you know even more, tell me."

"I told you about that crazy woman who had attacked me! I told you about your dead lieutenant! What would you want me to tell you even more? I don't know more!"

"Why are you lying?"

"I am not."

"What I want you to tell me is that you and lieutenant Thomasson were friends. That'd be nice of you to confess that."

"I don't know wh..."

"What I am talking about?" He snapped, "I know you and Thomasson met each other once or twice a week. Now he is dead and you don't now MORE? WHY should I believe whatever you're saying about being sorry for what happened when I was young, when you can't even help me to solve the death of a friend or a business-partner, who you probably killed yourself, HOW am I supposed to believe YOU?" Tim suddenly spat out.

Admiral McGee was surprised his son was capable of talking to anyone like that. His Tim never did that.

Tim wanted to walk away, but then a soft voice in his head said: "You can walk away from your problems, and wait 'till they solve themselves, or you solve them yourself."

Tim pushed down the urge to walk away and continued to stare at his dad. "And now, the truth."