I have written untill chapter 17, so I have to keep writing. But I have a really busy week, so I don't know how much I will write this week. So sorry for the possible delay.

thank you CALLEN37 for beta reading this story. :)

so here is another chapter, I hope you like it!

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~Goldfishmind

Chapter 15

Gibbs was on his way to the bullpen when he tried to step into the elevator, Tony bumped onto him.

"Oh, hey boss. Fancy seeing you here!" Tony said with a smile, which slipped when he saw the face of his boss. "What do ya got DiNozzo?" he said with a grumpy voice.

"Um, I checked out what McGee said… I mean the young one…I mean Tim. What he said about the son, possibly having a rich friend who owns an airplane. Tim was right, some guy named Sheldon Tondos, is a good friend of Devon's and owns a helicopter, an airplane, a boat and several other awesome toys, I mean, um, supplies?" he took a breath, "Devon Thomasson could have borrowed some stuff to get into the US."

"Then it would have been registered."

"Or came into the US illegally?" Tony tried. Gibbs sighed.

They went back to the bullpen and they all went to work.

They had to find a way to find Devon. His cell phone wasn't turned on, so that was a dead end. He didn't own a car and was currently homeless; at least, he didn't have a registered home or dorm room. They also had to find a way to clear James McGee's name.

Gibbs, Ziva and Tony were working for more than two hours when Gibbs phone started ringing.

"Yeah… Gibbs." He answered gruffly.

"GIBBS!" Abby yelled. "Come fast! Timmy is dreaming or something and he is crying and yelling and he won't wake up!"

Gibbs was already halfway to the elevator. When the doors opened, he slammed on the button.

"Abby, can you understand what he is saying?"

"Not really, well, something like, 'no! Help! Please!" The elevator was way to slow; he should've taken the stairs.

"Gibbs! What is this about?" Abby yelled.

The doors opened finally and Gibbs was immediately at the back of the lab, where the cot lay.

McGee was on it, only not as peaceful as some hours ago. He was rolling over on his stomach, and back to his back, back to his stomach and back again, repeatedly.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks. He was muttering words. Gibbs could understand a part of them. "No… dad... please…" Gibbs softly stoked Tim's forehead. "Tim, wake up." Tim pulled away from the touch. "NO!" he yelled. His eyes were shut.

Gibbs tried to calm Tim down by saying tender words. Then suddenly, Tim relaxed. Not completely, tears were still streaming, but he wasn't yelling anymore.

Gibbs looked up, saw Ziva standing behind him and she looked worried. Ducky was standing next to her. Tony was hugging a crying Abby.

He heard a soft voice from the cot. "Audrey… no, please, not you." Then silence.