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"Sorry guys, but I have work in the morning." McGee said.

He was currently trying to leave his army buddies, contrary to what everyone thought McGee did serve his country for 8 years. He just never told anyone, plus he himself hacked into his file erasing all record of it. The only one that knew besides his family was Gibbs.

"Come on Tim! Just one more round." Michael insisted.

Tim shook his head. "No can do. If im late tomorrow Gibbs will have my ass."

All three solders snorted, but only one was stupid enough to say anything. "He's nothing but a worn out sorry looking marine. Ill kick his sor-" Michael had no chance to finish before a fist came in touch with his jaw knocking him to the ground. "What the fuck is your problem!" Michael yelled jumping to his feet.

Tim glared at him. "I warned you before never to talk bad about Jethro! That man is ten times better than all of us put together!" Michael clenched his jaw. "I won't hold back next time Michael, that was a warning." Tim grabbed his jacket tossing some money on the table he left without a second glance at them.

This wasn't the first time it had happen; at first Tim didn't know what had Michael so angry at Gibbs. Then Jacob told him apparently Michael didn't like the fact that McGee looked up to someone else, but unlike him, Tim knew he could trust Gibbs to never leave him behind. Gibbs was the only one he told about his time in the army. Tim would spend hours in the man's basement talking about his experience. Gibbs had listen and help him thru the nightmares hugging the crying man until he fell asleep, but even then he wouldn't leave him. Tim would wake up with Gibbs arm around his shoulder making him feel like a little kid again, sometime he would find ziva in the bed as well whenever she came to stay at Gibbs. He even had a room setup for his it's true tony and Abby saw him like a father, but to McGee Gibbs was his father. No we are not talking biologic but in the sense of the word if that make any sense. Ziva well she loved him, but as a man not a father. Last update Gibbs had given him was that they were official and only he knew. McGee had told Michael and the others that in his presence they will respect Gibbs for he was a great marine and a great man. Looking at his hand he smiled at the ring, it was the only jewelry he wore and never took off.

McGee reached his gray porched when a muffled scream was heard, pulling his weapon out he slowly made his way towards the noise. He walked into an alley where he spotted a woman struggling to get a man off her. McGee ran forward completely forgetting protocol to search the alley.

"NCIS! Get off her!" McGee yelled aiming his hand at the man. Said man slowly straightens stopping his assault and turning to face the agent. "Miss are you okay?" the girl no older than 19 nodded. "Go into the bar and have them call 911." Wanting to get the hell out of the alley and away from her attacker she ran to do what she was told.

McGee glared at the chuckling man. "You have no idea who you are messing with." He said in a monotone voice.

McGee cocked an eyebrow. "I have a pretty good idea; you're a scum bag and a rapist. Now turn around and get on your knees hand behind your head." The man just gave him a smirk. McGee growled about to repeat when the cold steel of a gun barrel poked his temple.

"Drop it." The new voice made Tim shiver in both fear and disgust.

Dropping his gun to the ground, he started to analyze the situation. It wasn't anything new this same scenario had been used in their annual training over and over. McGee had two unsubs, one pointing a gun to his head and the other he would guess 25 feet away giving him the advantage to disarm the gunmen and still aim the other. So without warning McGee twirled around disarming the man with a technique Gibbs had taught him followed by a punch to the face. McGee then grabbed the man by the neck kicking him behind the knee. The man went down with a cry of pain, Tim dodged the punch coming from his left cursing himself for forgetting about the other man, but he was quickly punched from the right looking up surprised he saw a third man. 'Well shit' Tim noticed the knife in the new man's hand, with a slight smirk Tim discreetly pulled out his knife from behind 'rule 9 never go anywhere without your knife'. Waiting for either man to make a move he had to keep his each eye on each man, Tim didn't worry about the third man for he was knocked un-cautions. Tim dodged the swipe of the knife making him jump back, he held himself back from attacking until his back was against the wall. Once a clear shot was in view Tim stabbed the man on the left side, but before he was able to remove his knife he was hit on the back of the head with a hard object knocking him out cold.

Michael ran into the alley followed by Jacob and Sam, a young girl had rushed into the bar beaten and clothes ripped crying and yelling. Michael felt the air knocked out of him when she told them McGee was in the alley. The three males took in the scene in the alley, two bodies laid on the ground one was alive, the other not so lucky judging by the knife imbedded in his left side.

"Where's McGee?" Jacob asked concern evident in his voice.

Michael crouched down by the dead man studying the knife; with a small scoff he rolled his eyes. The knife was a gift from Tim's boss for his birthday. He should know Tim wouldn't shut the hell up about it for weeks. "They took him."