Word Count: 918
Characters: Timothy McGee and Leroy Jethro Gibbs
Written: For Challenge #11 Picture Fic Prompt
Special Agent Timothy McGee was angry, and while it wasn’t a new emotion, it was one that he didn’t experience very often.
Maybe it was because he grew up with a father who was quick to anger and slow to forgive, so he swore an oath as a child to never be like him. Perhaps it was because his mother had the patience of a saint and he tried to emulate her the best way he knew how.
Whatever the reason for this so called virtue, it was taking a backseat at the moment. Tim couldn’t remember the last time he was this angry, maybe he had never been this angry before.
He and Gibbs were working a child abduction which looked to be for all intents and purposes a custodial dispute. They knew the child was taken by her father and they knew where he had taken her, it should have been cut and dry which is why Gibbs hadn’t bothered to call in Ziva and Tony on their off day.
The easy as pie case had started to fall apart almost from the get go. They arrived at Staff Sergeant Gill’s home to find him passed out on the couch with no sign of his little girl. After a thorough search of the house and yard, it was clear that the girl had been there recently, but was now gone.
If Tim was questioned about it later he wouldn’t be able to answer as to how Gibbs was able to rouse the practically comatose man and get him into a semi-coherent state, the best Tim could guess would be that even an inebriated man still had enough brain function left to fear the ticked off former marine.
Gill confessed to stashing his daughter in an old warehouse hoping to keep her away from his estranged wife. That was bad enough, but when they arrived at the warehouse district to find he couldn’t remember which warehouse he had stashed her in is when Tim felt the anger start to creep in.
While Gibbs called for extra help, Tim searched the first warehouse and found nothing inside except for the occasional spider and pigeon droppings. It was the same for the second and third warehouses. And, while he felt his anger grow with each futile foray, he was at the same time grateful that the warehouses were truly empty and easily searched
After hours of searching and still no sign of the girl, Gibbs called a halt to the search. He was convinced that Gill had lied to them and it was another ploy to keep the girl hidden from her mother. Tim wasn’t so sure. He knew the girl was here somewhere. He could feel it.
“Let’s go McGee, girls not here” barked Gibbs as he walked to the car. When he turned and saw that Tim hadn’t moved, he raised his voice as if Tim hadn’t heard him the first time “I said, let’s go McGee”
Tim stood looking at the row of warehouses and felt conflicted; they had been searched thoroughly by trained agents, the girl wasn’t in any of them, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was.
Gibbs walked over and stood beside Tim, “McGee?” he questioned
Tim took off his hat and rubbed his hands through his hair before sighing and replying “I don’t know Boss. I think she’s here somewhere”
“We did a good search McGee. She’s not here. Gill lied to us”
“I know that Boss. But my gut tells me differently”
Even though the situation was tense, Gibbs couldn’t help the small grin that escaped as he asked “You got a gut now, McGee?”
McGee grinned shyly in response “Yeah, I think I do”
When Gibbs didn’t answer, he continued “Boss, give me another hour. If I don’t find her in that time, I will come back to headquarters and we can go from there.”
“I can’t leave ya here alone McGee, without someone to watch your back and I have to go rip Gill an new one” replied Gibbs
“Leave me one of the probie agents then. An hour, Boss. That’s all I need” countered Tim
Gibbs could see it was going to be futile to argue, so he said “An hour, McGee and then I want you back. I don’t care what your gut is telling you”
“Thanks” answered McGee as Gibbs waved over a probie agent to team with McGee.
Tim and the probie searched each warehouse in turn without finding the girl.
He had been so sure that she was here, heck – he still felt like she was – but he had to admit that after two searches, she wasn’t.
Tim was exhausted and he had a blister on his heel so he sent the probie to get the car – there were perks to being the senior field agent and this time he was going to take advantage of it.
Leaning against a dusty crate, he heard a faint noise. At first he thought it was a pigeon fluttering around but he soon realized it was the sound of muffled crying.
Following the sound, he found a small service door tucked in a corner; he cursed himself and the other agents for overlooking it – not once, but twice.
Opening the door, he saw a small child lying on a sleeping bag grasping a doll. Seeing Tim, she called out “Daddy?”
Tim knelt down and crawled slowly towards the girl “Hi Sarah, My name is Tim.”