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Title: Oh Father, Where Are Thou? part ii.
Author: slasherfersure
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: NCIS
Summary: McGee's father is taken by a serial killer known to kill and torture the family members of his next victim. But McGee is worried about that. He's worried about his father.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, Rear Window, or anything in here that is recognizable. I make no money off of this.
Author's Notes (optional): Finished. =) 746 words. Written for 10_quotes . Fluff.
Even after two weeks, McGee was still holding out hope for his father. He couldn't fathom the idea of losing hope until he saw his father's body in a casket, dead and gone for good. He prayed every hour that wouldn't be the case.
“McGee,” Gibbs said, dropping a file on his desk. He jolted, coming back from being lost in his thoughts. The younger man looked at the file. He didn't dare open it; no way was he going to take a new case, or look back on old cases. He wasn't ready.
“No,” McGee said. “I... I can't.” He shook his head and stared at his computer screen. The background was the latest picture of him and his father; just a few years ago, when they went on a hike together. His chest ached, his breathing hitched, and his eyes watered. It never stopped hurting.
“McGee,” Gibbs said again, harder this time. McGee looked up. Tony and Ziva were out on another case, leaving McGee alone at his desk. They still treated him like they used to, but McGee rarely paid attention.
“What?” he asked, a rare hint of bitterness in his voice.
“We found him,” Gibbs said, the faint trace of a smile on his face and in his voice. McGee stood up, smiling, his eyes alive with hope and relief.
“Alive?” McGee asked.
“Don't know yet,” Gibbs said. “Stay here. I'll call you in twenty-five minutes.”
“No,” McGee said, stepping forward and standing in front of Gibbs. “Take me with you.”
“You know I can't do that,” Gibbs told him. “You'll be the first to know. Trust me.” McGee nodded and watched his boss walk towards the elevator. McGee's heart beat quicker and quicker with each breath he took.
They found his father - most likely from something Abby did - and all those sleepless nights, all those nightmare-ish daydreams, all those possibly situations would be resolved when he saw his father again. McGee swallowed and almost ran to Abby's lab, both to thank her and to ask her how she did it.
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Gibbs' foot was lead on the pedal. He didn't let up, even as the other cars blurred as he passed them. His gun was on his lap, his phone in the passenger seat. The son of a bitch was going to die - either by his hands, or the state's. He preferred the latter, no matter how much he wanted to shoot him. The gun was only a precaution.
Following him were SWAT agents called in by Vance. By the time they got there, hopefully the guy would still be there and McGee's father would be alive and reasonably well. In a perfect world, the guy would be dead and McGee's father would be sitting outside, waiting for them to show up.
They all ran inside the warehouse, time seeming to slow. The SWAT agents went in first, Gibbs right on their heels. They checked the corners and outside while Gibbs ran to other end of the warehouse. He heard shots behind him but he kept running. Shouts and grunts followed but he was only focused on one thing: McGee's father tied to a chair only a few yards away.
“Jesus,” Gibbs exhaled, crouching down beside him. His leg was gashed open, bleeding heavily through his pants. Gibbs ripped off the duct tape around his mouth and eyes, resulting in a grunt of pain.
“How's your leg?” Gibbs asked. McGee's father was panting loudly as Gibbs untied his wrists and ankles.
“Hurts a little,” he replied hoarsely.
“Your stomach?” Gibbs asked.
“Empty as a football,” he replied, cringing as Gibbs' arm brushed against his leg.
“And your love life?” They both smiled.
“Not too active,” he replied, his voice a strong whisper. Gibbs wondered what was done to him.
“Anything else bothering you?” Gibbs asked, supporting him as he got up from the chair.
“Uh-huh,” he said, a smile reminiscent of McGee on his face, “who are you?”
“A friend of Tim's,” Gibbs said, leading him out of the warehouse.
===
“Timmy!” McGee looked up from his desk and pushed past Abby to get to his father. He nearly toppled him over, if Gibbs hadn't been there to stabilize them. He just smiled, watching them. Gibbs looked at Abby, nodding.
“Good job,” he mouthed. Abby just gave him a thumbs-up.
“Thanks,” McGee said to Gibbs, still hugging his dad.
“We're all family here," Gibbs told him.
Author: slasherfersure
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: NCIS
Summary: McGee's father is taken by a serial killer known to kill and torture the family members of his next victim. But McGee is worried about that. He's worried about his father.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, Rear Window, or anything in here that is recognizable. I make no money off of this.
Author's Notes (optional): Finished. =) 746 words. Written for 10_quotes . Fluff.
Even after two weeks, McGee was still holding out hope for his father. He couldn't fathom the idea of losing hope until he saw his father's body in a casket, dead and gone for good. He prayed every hour that wouldn't be the case.
“McGee,” Gibbs said, dropping a file on his desk. He jolted, coming back from being lost in his thoughts. The younger man looked at the file. He didn't dare open it; no way was he going to take a new case, or look back on old cases. He wasn't ready.
“No,” McGee said. “I... I can't.” He shook his head and stared at his computer screen. The background was the latest picture of him and his father; just a few years ago, when they went on a hike together. His chest ached, his breathing hitched, and his eyes watered. It never stopped hurting.
“McGee,” Gibbs said again, harder this time. McGee looked up. Tony and Ziva were out on another case, leaving McGee alone at his desk. They still treated him like they used to, but McGee rarely paid attention.
“What?” he asked, a rare hint of bitterness in his voice.
“We found him,” Gibbs said, the faint trace of a smile on his face and in his voice. McGee stood up, smiling, his eyes alive with hope and relief.
“Alive?” McGee asked.
“Don't know yet,” Gibbs said. “Stay here. I'll call you in twenty-five minutes.”
“No,” McGee said, stepping forward and standing in front of Gibbs. “Take me with you.”
“You know I can't do that,” Gibbs told him. “You'll be the first to know. Trust me.” McGee nodded and watched his boss walk towards the elevator. McGee's heart beat quicker and quicker with each breath he took.
They found his father - most likely from something Abby did - and all those sleepless nights, all those nightmare-ish daydreams, all those possibly situations would be resolved when he saw his father again. McGee swallowed and almost ran to Abby's lab, both to thank her and to ask her how she did it.
===
Gibbs' foot was lead on the pedal. He didn't let up, even as the other cars blurred as he passed them. His gun was on his lap, his phone in the passenger seat. The son of a bitch was going to die - either by his hands, or the state's. He preferred the latter, no matter how much he wanted to shoot him. The gun was only a precaution.
Following him were SWAT agents called in by Vance. By the time they got there, hopefully the guy would still be there and McGee's father would be alive and reasonably well. In a perfect world, the guy would be dead and McGee's father would be sitting outside, waiting for them to show up.
They all ran inside the warehouse, time seeming to slow. The SWAT agents went in first, Gibbs right on their heels. They checked the corners and outside while Gibbs ran to other end of the warehouse. He heard shots behind him but he kept running. Shouts and grunts followed but he was only focused on one thing: McGee's father tied to a chair only a few yards away.
“Jesus,” Gibbs exhaled, crouching down beside him. His leg was gashed open, bleeding heavily through his pants. Gibbs ripped off the duct tape around his mouth and eyes, resulting in a grunt of pain.
“How's your leg?” Gibbs asked. McGee's father was panting loudly as Gibbs untied his wrists and ankles.
“Hurts a little,” he replied hoarsely.
“Your stomach?” Gibbs asked.
“Empty as a football,” he replied, cringing as Gibbs' arm brushed against his leg.
“And your love life?” They both smiled.
“Not too active,” he replied, his voice a strong whisper. Gibbs wondered what was done to him.
“Anything else bothering you?” Gibbs asked, supporting him as he got up from the chair.
“Uh-huh,” he said, a smile reminiscent of McGee on his face, “who are you?”
“A friend of Tim's,” Gibbs said, leading him out of the warehouse.
===
“Timmy!” McGee looked up from his desk and pushed past Abby to get to his father. He nearly toppled him over, if Gibbs hadn't been there to stabilize them. He just smiled, watching them. Gibbs looked at Abby, nodding.
“Good job,” he mouthed. Abby just gave him a thumbs-up.
“Thanks,” McGee said to Gibbs, still hugging his dad.
“We're all family here," Gibbs told him.