Disclaimer: Sadly enough I don't own NCIS or the characters, I just borrowed them.
Summary: McGee gets shot and must fight for his life while the team tries to find out who did this to him.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, and English is not my first language. So if anything is OOC or bugging you, please tell me so I can change it ;)

Chapter One:

Gibbs could hear their voices the moment he stepped out of the elevator.

"Cut it out, Tony! We all have paperwork to do, including you. So stop fooling around and start earning your money!"

"Oh boy, our Mossad ninja has lost her nerves. We better look for cover very quickly, Probie!"

"I'm not the one who's been annoying her for the last hour Tony, so I'm not the one who has to look for cover."
Gibbs decided he had heard enough and stepped into the squad room. "DiNozzo! Already finished that report?"

"Working on that, boss. You see, Ziva has been distracting me, so..."

"I distracting you?"

"Well yeah, if you hadn't..."

Tony never finished his sentence, because he suddenly got smacked on the back of his head.

"I'm gonna finish that report now, boss."
Gibbs could barely hide his smile while he said: "Yeah, I'd do that if I were you, DiNozzo."


"What, McGee?"

"About that encrypted file, on the laptop next to Lieutenant Coopers body? I think I managed to crack it."

"You think?"

"Actually, it's a bit complicated. The encryption of the file was linked to another file that may have triggered..."

McGee stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw the look on Gibbs' face.

"I mean, yes I've cracked it."


Gibbs got really annoyed when he saw that the young agent didn't understand what he meant.

"What was in it, McGee?"

"Just long series of numbers. It doesn't make much sense yet, but I'm still working on the meaning."

"Ask Abby if she'll help you."

McGee nodded, took the laptop en headed towards the elevator. Gibbs went to his desk and was about to sit down when Tony made him jump by shouting "Done!"

"Well, that was about time DiNozzo," Gibbs said while he watched his Senior Field Agent place a pile of paper on his desk.

"I'm done too," Ziva said. She took a look hat her watch and turned to Tony: "It's time for our lunch with Abby and McGee. And it's your turn to pay!"

"Oh, right!" Tony turned to Gibbs and said: "Abby wanted me to ask ya to come with us, boss. I told her you'd probably say no, but she insisted and you know how Abby can be when she..." He became silent as Gibbs walked to his desk, and he shut his eyes, fearing another smack on the back of his head.

"You're paying, DiNozzo?"


"Sure, I'll come."

"Oh," Tony said surprised. "Okay, I mean, Abby will be really happy. I mean, we too, of course. I didn't mean to... You know what I mean!"

Gibbs smiled and walked to the elevator with Tony and Ziva.


As they sat on the terrace, Tim looked around him and for a moment his life felt perfect. He had a great job – sure, they saw some terrible things and it could be really dangerous, but at the end of the day he had the feeling that he'd done something to make the world a better place. He also knew he was useful to the team, that he was able to do things they couldn't; if Gibbs would try to hack the CIA they would all get a good laugh, but nothing more than that. And then, of course, there was the team he was doing his job with. It was strange, but they felt more like family than his actual blood relatives. Gibbs was the father figure. Jenny played the mother. Tony and Ziva were the twins, always bullying each other and him, the younger brother. Ducky was the uncle and Autopsy Gremlin Palmer his son. And then there was Abby. Abby, always ready with a hug or a brilliant way to solve a case. Abby, who spent the night with him in one coffin. Abby...

There was absolutely nothing that could ruin his day.

Then he saw the man with the long black coat and a gun, pointing at him. 'Such a cliché,' he managed to think somehow. The gun went off twice and Tim fell on the ground before he even realised he was hit. The pain he felt was incredible, overwhelming. So when everything went dark, he didn't try to fight it.