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-Toxxic

Sunday Morning, June
NCIS Headquarters, Washington, D.C.

It was early Sunday morning. McGee sat at his desk quietly looking through his emails, listening to the comforting silence of the office as employees began to walk through the shiny elevator doors, yawning in their casual Sunday attire.

Tony DiNozzo, with his grumpy frown matching his dark grey dress shirt and pants, walked to his desk. He slumped in his chair with a groan.

"Heard your dad stayed the night, huh?" McGee spoke with a laugh.

"Yup." DiNozzo shot his hand through the air angrily, then slammed it on the desk. He looked at McGee, "He spent all night rearranging my furniture and attempting to make cookies." He growled once more, "Note that I said attempting." He let a loud, annoyed sigh escape his lips. "Does that man ever sleep?"

McGee laughed, enjoying DiNozzo's misery.

The elevator doors had dinged again, and they watched as Bishop walked out. She had a smile on her face that only meant she was up to no good.

"Had fun last night?" DiNozzo winked playfully at Bishop. Ellie gave a small laugh, then nodded. "No, nothing like that, Tony." She walked to her desk as she set her warm coffee down.

"Bring us any?" Tony continued to tease with his devilish smile.

"Was I supposed to?" Bishop said with a laugh as she played along.

"As probie, yes, indeed." Tony smiled once more as Bishop rolled her eyes.

Gibbs strolled in as he made his way to his desk. "Got a case, Boss?" DiNozzo questioned.

"Nope." Gibbs responded. He normally only gave one worded answers.

Bishop sat at her desk, quietly sipping her coffee. "Bring us any?" Gibbs questioned.

Bishop looked at him with wide eyes, "Seriously?" She gave a laugh. Gibbs smiled and shook his head as DiNozzo leaned back and placed his feet on the desk.

"Sunday morning and no case. It's a good day, Probie. Good day." DiNozzo stared at the ceiling in awe.

The elevator had dinged once again as two police officers stepped out. A woman and elderly man was behind them as they starred at the offices in curiosity.

Vance entered, then stopped in between Gibb's and the team's desk. He spoke loud and clear, "Officers, over here."

The four of them had walked slowly to the center of their desk. "What's your business?" Vance questioned. He stood tall with a straight posture.

"We're here to see Agent McGee." One of the officers spoke. McGee shifted in his chair in shock as he tried to see the people that stood behind them.

"You can speak to McGee here." Vance ordered.

There was silence at first, then the other officer spoke. "Agent McGee, we had came across a witness statement saying they saw Bridgett Raymer at a cafe yesterday morning. Authorities located her yesterday afternoon and she asked to make a visit, sir." The officer stepped aside, exposing the woman behind him.

McGee stood up quickly, accidentally knocking the cup of pencils off his desk. His heart pounded as he stepped closer.

"I thought you were dead." McGee's words echoed the office, and a gasp was heard from one of his teammates.

Bridgett stepped closer. She wore a dark grey t-shirt that said "Marines" on it. McGee had remembered her father wearing that shirt all the time.

"I'm sorry, Tim." Bridgett had spoke quietly, barely audible.

McGee took a few steps forward. He stared at her, observing her every detail. After a few seconds, he pulled her into a tight hug.

"How?" He mumbled, still holding her tightly.

A tear escaped from Bridgett.

"Sir." One officer spoke to Vance. "We believe that there are some people after Agent McGee.

McGee let go of Bridgett, then looked at the Officer.

"And why's that?" Gibbs questioned.

"After we found Miss. Raymer, we had searched the premises and found photos of Agent McGee from college to the present-"

"And what about the people that held her hostage?" Gibbs asked, interrupting him.

The officer sighed, "They got away, sir."

Gibbs let an angry sigh out.

"We believe one of the men that took Miss. Raymer is wanting to seek revenge against Agent McGee's father."

"But he's dead." McGee said firmly.

The officer was silent at first, "It seems that he will do anything in his power to ruin your life specifically, Agent McGee."

The other officer spoke up, "We are handing this case to you. We will be sending reports shortly, director Vance."

Vance nodded.

"Alright" Vance said, "We'll talk to Miss. Raymer here as you head back to the station. Be sure to fax me those reports ASAP."

The officers nodded as they headed back to the elevator.

The team turned to Bridgett. "McGee, take her to the conference room." Vance ordered, then walked out, leaving the team in silence and shock.

I kind of feel like I stopped suddenly on this chapter, but then again, I seem to do that a lot. (sorry!)

Hope you liked it.

-Toxxic