Rated M for violence (yeah the most extreme), sexual situations, etc...(not giving it all away in here-so if you can't or shouldn't handle it, please do not read)

Summary: Something happened to McGee when he went to a gaming convention...the team has to figure it out before it's too late... (Hurt/comfort; Family/friendship)

Tony flicked on the light next to his bed when his cell rang. He looked with heavy lidded eyes at the caller ID, then accepted the call. "Probie, it's four in the morning, not to mention Saturday. This better be good."

"Tony..." McGee sounded panicked and out of breath as his voice cracked. Tony sat up a little.

"You okay, McGee?"

"I- I don't know," he replied. Then there was silence. He could hear his shaky breath through the phone.

"Where are you?" Tony asked as he swung his legs off the side of the bed and rubbed his eyes, trying to make himself wake up.

"Not sure...think I'm in a motel..."

"How can you not know where you are? Have you been drinking?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay...okay let's see," Tony tried to remember what Tim had told him the previous day at work. "You said you were going to some gaming convention," he said.

"Yeah. In Buffalo. Am I in Buffalo?"

"You tell me," Tony said with a furrowed brow. "You saying you don't remember anything?"

"I- guess I remember driving up here...sort of."

"Can you look out the window and maybe see what the name of the motel is?" he asked, and heard Tim move around on the other line.


"What is it?" Tony asked.

"Nothing...head hurts."

"Think you got hit?"

"Not sure...okay I'm lookin' out the the window. I'm at The Millennium. This is where the gaming convention was supposed to be."

"Okay, so you're in Buffalo at The Millennium. Did you take your car?"

"Pretty sure I rented...uh..." McGee's panic reignited suddenly. "Tony...there's blood..."

"Where? You hurt?"

"I d- I dunno... I don't know..."

"Where's the blood, Tim?"

"On the's all over the bed."

"Any on you? You should call an ambulance," Tony stood and went to throw on some clothes.

" gotta go," he said, out of breath.

"Wait, McGee. I'm gonna come up there and get you, okay? Gonna call Gibbs-"

"No! Don't call Gibbs!"

"Why not, Probie? He can help."

"I have no idea what happened here. Until I do, I don't want him involved, okay? Please..."

"Okay, okay. I'm gonna try and catch a flight up there as soon as I can, okay? Just...don't go anywhere."

"I don't know if this is my blood..." his voice cracked. "Oh god...what if I hurt someone?" Tony wasn't sure how to respond.

"I doubt that happened...anyone else in there with you?"


"What room are you in?"

"Uh...421...I don't feel so good..."

"Call 911, McGee," Tony started to panic and his hand went to the top of his head.

"What is wrong with him?" Ziva said as she sat up in the bed.

"I'm cold..." Tim shivered on the other line. "Gotta go get warm..." the call suddenly ended.

"McGee's in trouble," Tony explained to her. "I gotta go get him."

"I will go with you."

"No, Zi. I need you to call Abby in the morning and be at NCIS."


"We might be working a crime scene..."

Okay—typical length for one of my openers. More to come soon! As in like today ;) Let me know what u think!