Tim was tired as he picked up his backpack, Tony and Ziva had left an hour ago and Gibbs was still at his desk looking through the last of the day's paperwork.
His personal cell phone rang and Tim looked up, concerned, "McGee" He said as calmly as he could.
He paled and leaned back in his seat, "Where are you?" he asked
"And where is Mrs. Winters?" he waited for an answer, "DAMMIT! Trey! Ok, I'll call down, come on up."
Tim looked over at his boss and prayed for him to go for coffee, but instead Gibbs was looking over at him concerned. "In a minute Boss." Tim snapped as Gibbs started to ask questions.
Tim picked up the phone and called security. "There's a six year old kid standing outside Harry, black hair, mocha skin, glasses with a black backpack… Have you got him? Can you bring him up? ….. Thanks" Tim said and put the phone down.
Tim put his head in his hands, sighed, and picked up the phone. "It's Tim McGee, where's Trey?" He asked the woman on the other end sounded flustered.
"That's because he's here….. You're fired." He slammed the phone down.
Gibbs got up and walked over to Tim's desk.
"McGee is everything ok?"
"Just great boss, it's just that there is something I never told you," He started
"Ya wanna tell me now?" Gibbs asked, seeing his junior agent troubled.
"Not really." Tim mumbled, "Look boss you can't tell Tony or Ziva or Abby. It's important, I wouldn't have brought it up only that stupid woman…."
The elevator dinged and Harry came in with a dirty, scruffy six-year-old boy.
"Daddy!" Trey ran across the room and launched himself at Tim's leg.
"Thanks Harry." Tim said, giving the guard a halfhearted smile.
Tim dropped to his knees and gave his son a once over. "What happened?"
Trey sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve, "I broke a vase….. I didn't mean to and Mrs. Winters said…. She said…. She'd get momma…. She won't will she? You promised she couldn't find me!" Trey started crying and Tim gathered his son up in his arms.
"It's ok, I've got you, we're safe."
Gibbs looked on concerned as Trey yelped as Tim picked him up. Tim stopped and looked at the boy's wrist.
Gibbs picked up his phone, "Ducky can you come up to the bullpen and bring your bag." He slammed it shut.
Tim reached into his desk and pulled out a Nutter Butter, "Here you go," He handed the boy the candy bar and realized Trey was looking at Gibbs.
"Who's the old guy?" Trey asked.
"Treyvon McGee! Manners." Tim scolded.
Trey looked down and gave a small grin at his dad.
Tim looked at him and grinned back. "Treyvon McGee meet my boss, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
Trey giggled, "He's named after my dog?" he asked
"Nope, the dog's named after me," Gibbs said. "So Trey how old are you?"
"I'm six, Sir." Trey said.
"Don't call me sir." Gibbs said
Trey looked at his dad, "What do you call him?"
"Boss." Tim said.
Trey looked thoughtful, "OK, Boss." He said.
"How come you're out so late?" Gibbs asked.
"Didn't mean to," Trey mumbled, looking down scared.
"I'll explain in a minute," Tim said and then turned to Trey.
"I need to have a word with my Boss, Sit here." He took two steps and stopped "And NO…. Just NO, ok..."
Trey held up his one good hand "Aww, dad, I only thought about it for a second." He protested.
Tim grinned and walked over towards the elevator that they both knew Ducky would be exiting at any moment.
"Sorry Boss, his babysitter is a drunk, she's usually sober when she has Trey, but he may have been pushing her buttons a bit."
"McGee, you leave your kid with a drunk?" Gibbs growled.
"It's complicated boss, she's my neighbor and she works under the radar so to speak… look she's been ok till now and it's safer this way." Tim snapped.
Gibbs opened his mouth to admonish Tim for being this lax with his son when Ducky came out of the elevator,
"Jethro what's wrong?" he asked.
"It's Trey Ducky, he's hurt his wrist." Tim said.
"He's here?" Ducky asked and Tim nodded.
Ducky walked past them both into the bullpen.
"Uncle Ducky!" Trey said and ran up to the man and hugged him.
"Let's see Treyvon, show me your wrist." Ducky said.
Trey held his wrist out gingerly, "Mrs. Winters did it." He said quietly.
"Don't worry, I'm sure your father won't let you go back there," Ducky said giving Tim a pointed look.
"Nope, looks like we're on the move again anyway Ducky," Tim said casually.
Gibbs noticed how Ducky bristled at the innocent comment, but carried on strapping up Trey's arm.
He gave him a sucker and ushered Tim out by the elbow.
"When." Was all that Ducky said.
"Two days ago, I was going to move him after work tomorrow, Mrs. Winters got a call from her. She's back again."
"Timothy, this is no way to live, I have told you before you need to tell Jethro, he can help you." Ducky pleaded knowing that Gibbs could hear him.
Tim pulled away, "No! You promised to keep it confidential, it's not affecting my work they don't need to know." Tim shook slightly as he stepped back.
"There is no stigma in this." Ducky said gently.
"N… No! We will be fine." Tim said and walked off to his son.
Trey looked up at his dad, "We moving again?" he asked.
Tim suddenly realized to his horror that Gibbs had heard the whole conversation with Ducky.
"Get your bag Trey, it's time to go." Tim said, ushering his son out of the bullpen.
Gibbs turned to Ducky, "Is he going to be ok?"
"Jethro, I think you should go and talk to Timothy, I know he could use a friend right now even if he says he doesn't need one."
Gibbs pulled up outside Tim's apartment block after Ducky had given him his real address and not the post office box number Tim had been using on his H.R forms.
It was a run down tenement building and as he entered, he heard raised voices from the floor above him, "YOU PUT HIM IN DANGER!" Tim voice was heard yelling.
"She told me you were a danger to him, I always believe the mother." Mrs. Winters snapped back at him.
From his vantage point below Gibbs was surprised to see his junior agent take a step back.
"When was she here?" he asked.
Mrs. Winters turned to go back into her apartment, "Not my business."
"WHEN?" Tim yelled.
"This morning, she says she'll be back for her son tonight." She said, "You take him and I'll call the cops for kidnapping."
"Bitch!" Tim said and walked into his apartment slamming the door.
Gibbs took the stairs two at a time.
"He's nuts, I'm calling the police." She said to Gibbs as he stopped outside Tims' door.
Gibbs flashed his badge, "I'll deal with it Ma'am." He said.
"About time." She muttered, going into her apartment.
Gibbs listened outside the door, "But Dad, I just made friends." Trey whined.
"Pack what you can carry we are leaving tonight." Tim said, "And don't forget Jethro's bowls." He called out.
Gibbs heard Tim curse as he knocked something over and he decided to knock.
"Trey, hide." Tim said quietly as he drew his gun and answered the door.
Gibbs was surprised to find Tim holding a gun on him.
"OK, now we talk." Gibbs said. "Tim looked behind Gibbs and then let him in.
He walked away and went to a small cupboard and opened it, "It's ok, keep packing," He said to his son and then turned to his boss.
"Boss, I don't have time." Tim started.
"Make it McGee, as Abby would say something Hinky is going on with you. You hide the fact you have a son, you've apparently moved twice this year and it's only March! Ducky is concerned and so am I." Gibbs maneuvered Tim to the sofa and sat him down,
"It's Layla, She's found us. I cannot do this again Boss, I do not have time to talk, we have to go." Tim began grabbing bags and filling them up.
"Ok, come to mine, just for a few days Tim." Gibbs said he knew Tim would not talk now, "I have to pick up some things I'll be back in an hour for you."
Tim nodded, knowing it was useless to argue with Gibbs whilst desperately trying to pack.
Gibbs got up and left, taking Trey with him, "He can help me while you pack," Gibbs said. Tim knew his stress was scaring his son so he agreed.