McGee made his way over to the entrance of the building. The guards there pulled their guns out and aimed it at him. He rose his hands. Gibbs plan was to use McGee as bait. It was working.

"I'm here to see Gerald Rogers. Is he around?"

One of the guys radioed in, speaking a different language and before too long, Gerald came outside holding a gun.

"Well well well. What do we have here? Agent McGee coming back to where it all started?"

"I'm only here to find out why you are trying to kill me."

"You made the wrong decision to come here. You should have stayed at the safe house my friend."

"I'm not your friend. Why did you shoot my place up? What are you really up to?"

"Come inside and we'll talk about this or you'll die right here."

McGee nodded and followed Gerald inside. "Frisk him." He said to one of his men. When he did, he found McGee's gun and tossed it aside. Then, he went for his ankle gun and also tossed it aside.

"Now, have a seat Agent."

"I'd rather stand."

"I wasn't asking."

McGee slowly approached the chair he was in before and sat down.

"Hands behind your back."

"Why?"

"I don't want you doing anything stupid."

He put his hands behind his back and he was tied up once again.

"You think this is really necessary?"

"Yes. You're a special agent. I know what your capable of. So, you wanna talk? Let's talk."

"You can have me. But I want you to leave my boss out of this. That's my terms."

"Oh. Your a brave man. Well then. You'll take a beating for your absent friend. First, you're going to tell me a little about him."

"And if I don't?"

He pointed the gun to his already hurt shoulder.

"Then I'll shoot you again."

McGee cleared his throat. Then, he heard Gibbs in his ear piece.

"Give him what he wants."

McGee looked up and spoke. "What do you want to know?"

"Where is the fearless leader? Didn't he come with you?"

"No. He didn't. I came alone." He lied.

"Brave of you to do that. How old are you?"

Tim didn't want to answer.

"Why?" He asked.

"Just answer the question."

"I'm 28."

"A little young to be working at NCIS. Don't you think?"

"I'm qualified. Been qualified for several years."

"Now, tell me a little about your boss. I hear he's ex-military."

"You can't be an ex-military. He's proud to be a marine."

"What was it he did as a marine?"

"He was a sniper. A pretty good one too."

"A marine sniper." He slowly walked over to the window and peeked out. He didn't see anything. It was too dark.

He radioed in to his guys out front. "Check the area. We may have a problem."

There was no response back.

He spoke in Arabic and there was still no response. He opened the front door and was shot down by Gibbs. Who was about 30 yards away.

"Can someone come untie me now?" McGee asked.

Tony walked over the pile of dead bodies and entered the room.

"You look good in that position McGee. Maybe I'll keep you there."

"Untie him Tony." Gibbs said into the mic.

"Yes boss."

He approached McGee and untied him. He stood up and walked out. He remembered where he was shot, which was only a few feet away from his position. He walked up to the spot and knelt down. There was dried blood.

"You okay?" Ziva asked.

He nodded and stood up. "Yeah. I'm fine. I'm ready to go home."

Thank you to everyone who read my story. If you have a preference on who I should do next, don't hesitate to ask. I Can even do another McGee one of you want. Thanks for reading and leaving reviews.