Welcome to my new story! I am working on this with another friend who wanted a daddy!DiNozzo sort of story and this just kind of blossomed from us putting our heads together. I still don't own NCIS or it's characters. I really wish that I did, but alas I do not. I can only play with them. I hope you enjoy!

Big green eyes peered up from the bars of the crib. It was dark in the room but he was wide awake, the pants of his pajamas soaked from the accident he had. His lip trembled as tears filled his eyes. This is the third night in a row he had had an accident. He knew mommy was going to be angry with him and he wouldn't get to play with the other kids in the morning, instead sit in the timeout chair in the corner. He didn't want that. He had watched Joey sit in the timeout chair the night before without getting dinner because he was caught drawing on the wall. Hearing footsteps a whimper escaped and he backed into the corner of the crib as the bedroom door opened and light flooded in.

By the time morning came he was sitting in the timeout chair, nursing the bruise on his arm as he watched the rest of his brothers and sisters eat their breakfast. They were eating pancakes while he was stuck with a piece of stale bread from dinner the night before. Watching them he didn't see the shadow behind him and whimpered when the hand smacked the side of his head and he quickly turned back around to face to corner of the wall.

When he was finally allowed out of the corner the three year old timidly sat at the little kids table to color with two of his brothers. He was using the green crayon when four year old Evan yanked it from his hand.

"Hey!" Green eyes welled with tears as he reached for his crayon.

"I'm using it now!" Evan stuck his tongue out as he started coloring so hazardly the crayon snapped in half. He huffed in annoyance as he tossed it aside and grabbed an orange crayon instead.

The three year old stood and pushed the four year old. Before the five year old could say anything his two little brothers were rolling around on the ground. The three year old bit the four year old and the four year old screamed. That's when they froze. Hearing loud footsteps down the hall the boys quickly scrambled to their feet but they weren't quick enough before both were grabbed by the scruff of their necks and yanked off the ground. The stale smell of alcohol hit both boys in the face as they were lifted to eye level with their daddy.

The man shook them both. "What have we told you about fighting? And what have we told you, Timmy, about biting?"

The three year old, Timmy, looked down at his brother's arm and seeing his teeth marks opened his mouth to say something when he was suddenly dropped. It wasn't a far fall but he landed on his back with a thud, the back of his head hitting the edge of the table. He couldn't help it as he started crying. Daddy sat Evan down and order him to the timeout chair before once again picking up Timmy and leaving the room.

Timmy knew were they were headed. He was about to get a hot bath that would hurt his skin. He wiggled to try and get free but it was no use. Daddy was stronger then him. Just as they reached the bathroom door there was a crashing sound down the hall from the living room and raised voices as a man came around the corner with a gun raised.

"NCIS don't move!"

Timmy was dropped as daddy made a run for it. Timmy ran straight for the first person that wasn't daddy or mommy and clung to the other man's pant leg, burying his face into the leg. The man scared daddy, so Timmy knew the man would keep him safe from daddy.

Three Weeks Ago...

"Where the hell is McGee?" Gibbs stormed into the bullpen with a coffee in hand. It was going on nine in the morning, their work day had started two hours ago, and his youngest agent had yet to show.

"Still not answering Boss." Tony snapped his phone closed as he yet again tried his friend and fellow agent. "Do you want me to go to his apartment?"

Gibbs just glared as he sat down and Tony took that as a yes as he jumped to his feet and headed for the elevator. Gibbs wasn't showing it but he was worried. It wasn't like McGee to be late. Except for the exception involving his sister those years back McGee always made sure he was at least ten minutes early and if he was going to be late he called or texted one of them. Gibbs' gut was telling him something just wasn't right.

Ziva for her part had sent a few emails and texts to her missing teammate, worried he was sick or injured. She shot off another text as Tony scrambled for the elevator. Glancing at Gibbs, Ziva picked up the cold case file she had been reading. With no pending cases for the last two days and team had been reading through cold cases hoping to find anything new. Ziva stood as she announced. "I am going to see Abby, I think I might have found something new to look into here." Ziva shook the file in hand as she headed for the back elevators. Gibbs just gave a grunt in response as he opened his own cold case file to read.

When Ziva entered Abby's lab she had to stop and wince at the sudden loud music. Abby was fluttering around her "babies" as she processed evidence for another team. It didn't take long for her to notice the Israeli woman standing at the door. Abby smiled as she picked up the remote and turned off the music. "Ziva! Did you guys catch a case?"

"No. have you seen McGee this morning?"

Abby frowned. "No. He hasn't come down to see me yet, why? Did something happen to him?"

"We do not know. Are you sure he hasn't called you?"

"Ziva what's wrong? Where's Timmy?"

"Tony is going to find him..."

"Timmy is missing!?" Abby's eyes welled up with tears and she started pacing. "What if he was in an accident... or kidnapped... what if he was robbed and is bleeding out..."

"Enough." Gibbs voice broke through her screeching and both women jumped. "We don't know if anything is wrong."

"Oh Gibbs!" Abby threw herself as the older man.

Gibbs was able to take the impact and only had to take one step back to balance himself from falling over. He gave Abby a moment before prying her off him and repeated himself, moreso for all of them and not just Abby. "We don't know if anything is wrong."

Abby nodded, her pigtails bouncing on her shoulders. Satisfied she was listening he released his hands from her arms and continued. "If something is and McGee needs our help, he is going to need you at a hundred percent."

"You're right Gibbs." Abby nodded again and wiped at the mascara running down her face. "I'm going to wash my face and be ready if Timmy needs me!"

One crisis averted Gibbs straightened up as Abby bounced out of the lab for the washroom down the hall. Gibbs was also about to leave when his phone rang. Pulling it from his belt he answered without checking I.D.

"Yeah Gibbs."

"He's not home and his car isn't here. The dog walker was just coming in when I got here. She hasn't heard from him since last night when he texted to ask her to take care of Jethro because he was going out of town for a while. Said something about paying her double if she could keep him with her."

Gibbs waited for his senior field agent to take a breath. "Any signs of a break in?"

A strangled cry from behind him signaled Abby's return. He snapped his fingers at her and pointed to her computer, signing for her to track McGee's phone. Abby ran for her computer and started clicking keys as Gibbs watched and listened to DiNozzo.

"Nothing. The place is spotless. Maybe he's on the road and just can't call yet?"

Before Gibbs could answer Abby was yelling loud enough for Tony to hear through the phone. "Tony! His phone is showing it's in the apartment!" Tears were welling up in her eyes again.

"I haven't seen it, have Ziva call it."

Ziva heard and quickly pulled out her phone and his speed dial for McGee. Gibbs had set his phone to speaker the same moment they heard the ringing of McGee's phone over it. They heard a huff and the ringing stopped.

"Damn dog had it in his bed with his toys."

"Double check everything DiNozzo and then see if any neighbors heard him come home last night." Gibbs ordered. "And let the dog walker take Jethro until we know what's going on."

"On it Boss."

Gibbs hung up and turned to the girls in front of him. "We'll find him."

"Of course." Ziva nodded.

Abby was crying albeit silently this time as her hair bounced with her nods. Gibbs kissed her temple before leaving the lab. Ziva silently followed. They returned to the bullpen but Ziva watched as Gibbs continued up the stairs to the Director's office. She sat down and pulled out her phone, not really sure what to do. One of their own was missing.

Gibbs walked into Vance's office without a word. Vance sat back in his chair, toothpick between his teeth. He really hated when the other man just stormed into his office.

"Did you sign off on any leave for McGee?"

"No."

Gibbs stood in front of his desk looking down at him. "Would you lie to me if he asked you too?"

"Gibbs, what is this about?"

With a sigh Gibbs sank down into one of the chairs. "McGee is missing. DiNozzo went to his apartment and ran into the dog walker who said she got a text from McGee last night that he was going out of town and asked her to watch Jethro until he got back. His phone was in the apartment but his car is gone."

Vance covered a laugh with a cough at the name of McGee's dog. It still humored him that the mutt was named after Gibbs. He quickly sobered after a glare from the other man. "I have not signed off any leave for Agent McGee. Was he taken by force or leave willingly with someone?"

Gibbs ran a hand over the side of his face. "We don't know. The apartment was spotless according to DiNozzo. If he left willingly they took his car but made him leave his phone so he couldn't be tracked. If it was only him and he left for some reason, why would he leave his phone?"

"If he's in danger, so he wouldn't be tracked." Vance answered.

"If he's in danger he would have come to me."

Vance nodded. He wasn't completely sure how true that was but he really didn't want to argue with the older man right now. "If you need anything to help you locate him let me know."

Gibbs nodded as he stood, understanding the subtle dismissal. He returned downstairs just as Tony was exiting the elevator. "What have you got?"

Tony tossed his backpack under his desk with a sigh. "Neighbor across the hall said he heard McGee arguing with someone around nine thirty when he got home from work. It only lasted about ten minutes before it went quiet. Then he heard the door slam before it was followed by more silence. He waited for anything else but when it stayed quiet he went to bed. His downstairs neighbor confirmed the yelling but said it was around nine when it started. She couldn't hear what was being said but she could hear the dog barking from the bedroom. I know when McGee has company Jethro doesn't really know he locks him in the bedroom, so that is probably what happened."

"And he was barking because whoever was there was arguing with McGee and the dog wasn't able to protect him." Gibbs added.

Tony nodded. "Yeah that's the way I took it too."

"So McGee left willingly." Ziva concluded.

"Looks like it. If he had been locked in the bedroom when they left he would have still been there this morning. But he was at the door when I opened it." Tony leaned against his desk. "We don't have a lot to go on here Boss. We don't even know who McGee was arguing with or for what."

"Get a BOLO out on McGee and his car." Gibbs moved to his own desk and grabbed his gear. "Meet Ziva and I back at his apartment." He tossed the keys to the van to Ziva who caught them midair. "Until we know more we're treating his apartment like a crime scene. I want you both to canvass the neighborhood for any security cameras, see which way his car went and if anyone was with him."

"On it Boss." Tony sat down to put out the BOLO as Gibbs and Ziva left. It only took him a few minutes before he was grabbing his own gear to head back to Silver Spring. Not knowing were his friend was or if he was even okay scared Tony, but he had to keep his head on straight so that he could help find the younger man.