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Chapter 3

Tim was the first one arrived at the Bull Pen followed by Gibbs. Ziva and Tony went down to Abby's lab to deliver some evidence. Gibbs went to his desk and told McGee,

"McGee. Check the victim's background. Maybe it will show some clues on who killed the sergeant."

"Okay boss. I'll check it and give the results to you in a couple of minutes." Tim said while nodding. Gibbs left him and went down to Abby's Lab.

Tim booted up his computer and started checking the victim's background. He first opened the victim's biography.

"Okay Mr. Smith. Let's see your profile." He started checking his profile and he was amazed for a little while. He served for the Navy for almost 20 years. He have been in Iraq for a mission finding a group of Al-Qaeda Terrorist.

"If I served for the Navy Yard for that long. Dad would be proud of me." Then he started to have flashbacks.

Flashback:

"I am not joining the Navy Dad." 15-year-old Timothy McGee said to his father, Admiral John McGee.

"What did you say son? Could you repeat that?" He said while clinching his fist.

"I said that I don't want to join the Navy Dad."

"Are you kidding me. You are my son. I've got a reputation to protect. This is all your grandmother's fault for raising you with computers. Wait till I talk to her."

"Leave her alone Dad!" Tim yelled at his father.

"Don't you dare raise your voice to me. You worthless piece of trash." He looks at Tim with a disgusted look.

"You can say all the things that you want at me. I don't care." Tim started to turn away.

"Timothy McGee! Stay here!" He yelled at Tim but he didn't listen so he grabbed him by his arm.

"Let go off me Dad!" He tried pulling away from him, but his father held on tightly.

"I said don't go anywhere!" He slapped Tim across the face and Tim dropped to the ground.

"You like that. If you want more, try moving away again while I am talking." Tim suddenly started crying.

"Owh, Is it hurt. Don't you understand. I am doing this for your own good."

Tim kept crying and he ran to his room leaving his father behind. He packed his clothes and slammed his door.

"Where the hell are you going?" His dad asked but he knew what would be the answer.

"Anywhere but here. Goodbye Dad." He closed the door and ran away from the place.

END OF FLASHBACK

Tim could still feel the slap and tears started flowing from his eyes. But he wiped it and he kept looking at the profile to look for clues. Then he went to check the victim's marriage.

"Looks like Anna is the victim's second wife. I can't find any details on the victim's first wife. This is interesting. The victim's has a daughter." he said to himself. He opened up the picture and he was shocked. It was the same girl that he found peeking around the crime scene. Her name was Hailey Smith. He quickly went down and find Gibbs.

In Abby's lab

Gibbs came in with a Jumbo size Caf-pow in his hand.

"Anything about the victim Abbs?" He said while handing her the Caf-Pow.

"I managed to find the type of sniper rifle used by the shooter to kill the sergeant. It's a FD-200 model Sniper Rifle. This babies really packs a punch. I am sure you used this babies right?" She asked him while sipping her Caf-Pow.

"I used it a couple of times. Nice work Abbs." He kissed her on the cheek and began exiting the lab when Tim came rushing accidentally bumping him.

"Better be something useful McGee." He stared him again.

"Sorry boss. But I did found something useful. The victim has a daughter. Her name is Hailey Smith, 15 and attending school at Washington's School. Perhaps I should have told you earlier but she was lingering around the crime scene earlier but I didn't know that she was the victim's daughter. So I let her run away."

"Well check her phone records and track her down."

"Sure thing Boss. He went straight towards Abby's computer hands posed over the keys. "May I?" He asked her before he used it. She nodded and stepped away. With a few clicks and a couple of minutes. Tim managed to track her down.

"She's in the Library."

"Well. Go and fetch her. We don't want anything happening to her." He instructed Tim.

"Sure Boss. I'll be going now." He ran straight towards the elevator and he was on his way.

After 10 minutes of driving. He reached the library. He parked outside and quickly went inside. He went to see the librarian.

"Hello. My name is Special Agent McGee. NCIS. Do you know where can I find this girl?" He showed his badge and then the picture to the librarian.

"You want to find Hailey? She's in the corner booth." She points at the corner of the library.

"Thank you." He went straight towards the corner and found her reading a book with full concentration. He could see that she was a book-worm because there were piles of books at the side of her table. He quietly went to her back and asked her.

"Hailey Smith?" Tim asked her.

"Yes?" She looked at Tim and she almost panicked.

"It's you again. What do you want?"

"First of all. My name is Special Agent McGee, NCIS. You can call me Tim. I need you to come with me to the Navy Yard."

"Why should I do that?"

"Please. You must come with me. I don't want anything happen to you."

"No!" Hailey yelled and Tim tried to calm her down.

"Calm down Hailey." Tim tried to grab her by her hands.

"Let go off me. Pervert!" Hailey yelled even louder and she managed to get away from Tim's tight grip and she ran outside. Tim tried to run after her. When Hailey stepped out from the library and into the open space, a shot was fired and a bullet passed by her face chipping stone from a pillar.

Tim heard the shot and yelled.

"Hailey! Where are you?" When he reached outside. He could see Hailey clearly shaken and she was on the ground.

"Are you alright?"

"No. I almost died. I think I'll come with you now."

"Okay. Stay close to me." Tim gestured her as another shot echoed behind them. Tim and Hailey ran as fast as lightning and they managed to reach Tim's car and he quickly drove back to HQ.

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