Author's note: Ok, I know I said I wasn't going to post this yet, but welcome to my newest story. This is a team fic and it may get a little graphic. Hopefully you enjoy it :) F.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, etc.

The quiet was eerie.

McGee followed in the wake of his excited dog, watching his step on the icy sidewalk. The streets had been cleared, but snow lay in drifts on the sides of the road, covering the sidewalk in places. It was nearing midnight; normally he didn't walk Jethro so late, but their latest case had finally wrapped up around 10.30pm. He could see his breath in white plumes, and was glad when he finally reached the shelter of his building.

He was tired and cold; he just wanted to get into his apartment, dry off his dog, and go to bed. Tomorrow was Saturday, and they didn't have the weekend duty so he could sleep in an extra couple of hours before his lunch date with Abby.

Jethro was already waiting for him when he got to the corridor that led to his apartment. He smiled wearily. The big German Shepherd probably wanted dinner and his bed as well. Unlocking the door to his apartment, he only had time to hear Jethro's warning bark before something solid collided with the back of his head. The world went dark.


Gibbs was enjoying a lazy Saturday, working on his boat, when his cell phone rang. He picked it up from where it lay in easy reach on top of his steamer box and glanced at the caller ID. His eyebrows rose in surprise when he saw it was Abby. She rarely called him when they weren't working. He flipped the phone open.

"Yeah. Gibbs."

"Gibbs, Gibbs. Something bad's happened to Timmy, he was late to lunch so I went to his apartment and-"The words ran together, and it was clear that Abby was agitated. "Slow down, Abs. What happened?"

"Timmy's missing, Gibbs."

"Be there soon, Abs."

He snapped the phone closed and went back upstairs, taking the steps three at a time. From what Abby had said, he was missing an agent.


He took the time to call Tony and Ziva on his trip across town to McGee's apartment, knowing that they would drop what they were doing and head in for this. When he got there, he was met by the sight of Abby pacing up and down outside McGee's door, followed by his dog. She stopped when she spotted him and ran towards him. "Gibbs. Thank god you're here." She was white faced and trembling. He hugged her briefly, then released her. "What happened?" In his peripheral vision, he could see Tony and Ziva walking towards them. "We were supposed to have lunch, and Tim was late, which is weird, Timmy's never late. I tried calling him on his cell and his house phone and he wasn't answering, so I came over here. When he didn't answer the door, I used my key..." She trailed off and swallowed hard. "There's a note..."

Gibbs moved past her and swung the door open. The apartment looked the same as it always did; there was no sign of a struggle. Propped up in a prominent position was the note. In a dark red ink that looked ominously like blood were the words "One down."