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Leveling the Score	By : shikiblade Category: M through R > NCIS Views: 10546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I wrote this story because I always feel sorry for McGee. He deserves better from a number of the characters, so I am going to give those things to him. It does draw out a few things that I have noted about McGee over time and I will incorporate those things.

As always, I do not own any of the characters, original plot ideas and settings. All are copyright and owned by Paramount and CBS DVD.

This story is set during the time Jenny Sheppard was director, simply because I think she is a kick-arse character.

Plot Point: shortly after the episode Dog Tags, as it is important to the plot. I should stop talking and start telling now.

Chapter One: Backlash

Tim sat at his desk, his fingers typing away on his computer as he did his usual updates, file checks and virus scans. The office was usually quiet at this point of the morning, Tony wasn’t in, Ziva was doing her work at her desk and Gibbs was… wherever Gibbs was. The traditional thing was that Tony would start one of his pointless fights with either himself or Ziva then Gibbs would walk in with the usual comment to say.

Monday mornings were normally like this, and it was that gentle peace between two worlds of action. His job as an NCIS agent by day and his more hidden aspects on days off. He never shared this secret with any of his work mates, simply because it was either going to make them bully him more or make them give him a harder workout. His weekend time was full of writing a book, which they all knew about, but also with a lot of physical training. Even before he became an agent, he had spent a lot of his time dedicated to martial arts and physical training. He didn’t always let his physical ability show on the job. Between his tough weekend training and his work as an agent most days of the week, he was feeling great about life. There was only one thing that would inevitably bring this good feeling to an end, and it was due….

“Probie, buddy, got something to ask you!” About now.

“And a good morning to you too, Tony.” Tim answered.

“Same here,” Ziva called

“Yes, to you later Ziva. Anyway McGoo, I want you to have this,” Tony continued, placing a book on Tim’s desk. Tim looked at the cover and then up at Tony, who was evidently trying to hold in fits of laughter. The book was titled ‘The Complete Guide to Anal Sex for Men.’

“What are you trying to tell me Tony?” Tim asked.

“Well, not that I want you, but I’m sure there are a lot of people in your world who would be a lot happier if you were more sexually diverse.” Tony put down a cup of coffee on his desk, and turned to look at Ziva, who was trying not to laugh and restrain her want to punch Tony out.

“We have had this conversation Tony,” Tim said, pushing the book away.

“Well, true, but what I’m saying is...” Tony started, but stopped when he saw Tim stand, looking more infuriated than ever.

“What you are saying is that you think I am gay and that I like taking it up the arse?” Tim finished for him.

“No Probie,” Tony answered, regaining his composure. “I just think it might help you get some masculinity into yourself, since you are about as masculine as Betty Boop.”

“There is nothing wrong with me on a masculine or feminine level,” Tim snapped, his temper clearly rising.

“Well, no, you’re just a weak little boy who...” Tony didn’t finish, as there was a loud snap and Tony went falling over his desk and crashing into his office chair. Tim hadn’t jumped forward to hit again, as watching Tony go down in a waterfall of coffee, papers and limbs was almost satisfying enough. Just at that moment, Gibbs walked in. Tim looked at Gibbs and took a deep breath.

“I’ll be taking some time off. I will report back in a few days.” With that he grabbed a few things from his desk in a hurry and speed-walked towards the elevator.

“McGee,” Gibbs called, not angrily but rather with an amount of command. But Tim didn’t look around.

“Tim,” Ziva called. He still didn’t turn.

“Agent McGee,” Director Shepherd called form the upper level that led to her office and MTAC. But all the cries were ignored as Tim stepped into the elevator and disappeared.

Ducky’s Lab, 10 minutes later.

“Well Tony; that was a good punch he dealt you. One minor fracture in the bridge of your nose.” Ducky took another cotton ball and wiped away more blood from around Tony’s nostril. The bleeding had stopped, but Tony’s nose was turning a strange colour. “But what exactly did you do to make him lash out at you like that?”

“I handed him a book of a sexual nature,” Tony confessed. It was easier telling this to Ducky with a clear nose as opposed to Gibbs while bleeding profusely and attempting to stop the flow.

“And what prompted you into this?” Ducky asked, anger edging into his voice.

“I don’t know, it seemed funny at the time.” Tony looked a little ashamed, but it was about as much as he was ever going to show to Ducky or anyone.

“You’re an idiot Tony, and that is not something I call someone lightly.” Ducky answered as he applied a butterfly bandage to Tony’s nose.

“So I noticed,” Tony answered.

“Well, Tony, it is not that you are mentally devoid. It is that you do not always think through to the end of all your actions. You have been through this before on a larger level, but not to such a physical level.” Ducky put aside his tools as he admired his handiwork. The repair was about as good as it was going to get.

“I just feel like I have to prove my superiority to him, because Gibbs is superior to me and Ziva will de-sex me if I try to prove it to her.” Tony looked down at the floor.

“Well, you need to call Tim and talk to him. If you two can resolve this you might be able to work together properly. Your need for masculine domination will have to be reserved for the people who deserve it.” Ducky turned back to a body he had on the table, but the autopsy hadn’t started yet.

“I’ll do my best,” Tony said, only to himself.

McGee’s Apartment

McGee waited patiently for the return email from the Director. He had ignored his phone all day. At present he had three calls from Ziva, four from the Director and fifteen from Abbey. He knew what each one of them would most likely have to say. Ziva would say he did the right thing, but perhaps not at the right time. And then it would turn into a debate of martial arts and knowledge to which she would most likely win.

The Director would take the most diplomatic approach to try and resolve the issue, telling McGee not to act out of order in her agency while telling Tony to learn to keep his juvenile acts to himself.

As for Abbey, she would be doing her self-argument while arguing with him. She would say that he shouldn’t have done that because it was just Tony’s sense of humour and he should be used to it by now and that punching him was uncalled for, which would be followed by giving him a hard time about it and not listening to him. But then that would be followed by her understanding that Tony can be a bit of a jerk and perhaps if no one did what he had done there would be no end to his childish acts. So by the end of all of it Abbey and him would pout and agree to disagree, bringing the discussion to a pointless close.

But what would Gibbs say? Would he be fair or would he simply flame both him and Tony and leave it at that? There was no point trying to work out the things he wasn’t sure on. Gibbs would do what he thought was best and then leave it.

Just then his computer dinged twice, letting him know that there were new emails. Opening his inbox, he saw one was from the Director and one was from Abbey. He opened the one from the Director first.

To Special Agent Timothy McGee,

Your request for time off has been granted and you are relieved until Thursday of this week. Please keep yourself available in case your services are required before the end of your requested leave. Sincerly,

Director Shepherd.

Well, that was a good start. The time off was granted. He would be sure to keep his phone on him while on his short trip away. He didn’t care if Tony traced him to where he was hiding, as it might bring out a little more respect or put him back in line for some bullying.

He opened the email from Abbey next.

Hey McGee,

I heard what you did to Tony, and I am not sure how I feel about that right now, so I won’t say anything. But just so you don’t forget what happened, Ziva asked me to forward this to you. See you when you return to work,

Abbey.

Attached to the email were three photos. one was a well-timed image of Tony going backwards over the desk, one was of Tony explaining to the boss what had happened while holding a bloody nose, and one was of Tony, post an assumed visit to Ducky. Ziva was obviously enjoying this a bit more than he realized.

But there wasn’t time for that now. He picked up a pre-packed bag and went out the door and out to his car.

Autopsy Lab a few hours later

Ducky finished taking his notes on the autopsy and made sure Jimmy had done the stitching correctly. Even after all this time, Jimmy was not yet perfect at his work. So after carefully counting each stitch, he paused for a moment then counted the last five in reverse order. Sure enough, as he finished, the door to the theatre opened and in came Gibbs.

“Whatcha got for me Duck?” he asked, his usual tone of voice and cup of coffee in hand.

“Aside from the emotional confessions of Tony?” Ducky asked.

“Yeah, apart from that,” Gibbs answered.

“Well, today’s patient is the sufferer of a major drug overdose. I noted a lot of needle marks in major arteries and veins. The amount of heroine was enough to wipe out a heard of horses. If he had somehow survived, we would see mass deterioration in the cells around the injection points. As such, men were not designed to take on that much of anything except oxygen and water.” Ducky turned on the lights of the x-ray display screen. “He also suffered major joint dislocations to either torture or paralyse him so he couldn’t fight. While I can say the damage could be reversed, there is no guarantee that the limbs would work again. Our Petty Officer was never getting back into the Marines.” Ducky sighed. “Ninja used this form of torture to paralyse victims they had to kill, even though they hardly killed.”

“Why is this important?” Gibbs asked.

“Never mind! This young man met one of the most unfortunate deaths. Even I can think of a few more painful ways to go.”

“Thanks Duck.” Gibbs said before heading for the door. Gibbs got in the elevator and went up to Abbey’s lab. Opening the door, he found Ziva standing there talking with her.

“I know it is not natural for McGee to react like that, but I think Tony just pushed his buttons one too many times,” Ziva said while Abbey looked into the microscope.

“I know, but Tony was just being funny, he didn’t mean anything by it,” Abbey replied.

“Funny? Abbey if I handed you a book about lesbian sex, what would you say?” Ziva asked pointedly.

“I’d say that I knew the majority of that already and that any implication is simply coincidental.” Abbey took a note on her pad just as Gibbs stepped forward.

“I should have sensed that coming,” Ziva said.

“Well, since you’re practicing psychic powers, wanna tell me who killed our victim?” Gibbs asked.

“I’m sorry Gibbs, I didn’t know you were there,” Ziva answered.

“Abbey.” Gibbs called.

“Gibbs.” Abbey answered before walking over to her Mass Spectrometer. “Just in time, as always. I have some answers for you, but some others will have to wait.” Abbey double-checked how long the machine had left to go. “Some of which will be ready in two hours, even though I am guessing I only have one.”

“Good guess. Here’s your prize.” He handed her a Kaf-Pow and Abbey took it delightedly.

“Well, I can tell you that the dose of heroine was so much it basically took over his blood stream. There is more heroine in his blood then there is blood. Ducky might want to get the body into cold storage soon before it really gets funky. But what puzzled me the most was the needle points. They are almost too thin to inject heroine quickly. The needle is a slow injector, about the same type you’d use for withdrawing blood. So either the killer was sloppy, low on supplies or...”

“Or they only had access to those sorts of needles,” Ziva finished for her.

“Exactly. The pain is that these sorts of needles are available anywhere. Hospitals, pharmacists, doctor’s offices. You name it, they will have it.”

“Great, so we want a doctor who is taking drugs. Next,” Gibbs continued.

“Last meal: Chinese chicken with green tea and noodles. He was certainly having a night out considering how much he ate. But I also noticed a certain amount of penicillin in his system. He was diabetic. Type one.” Abbey turned to her other machines. “Still processing fingerprints found on the body that don’t match his. Best one was a five point partial. You might want to talk to this person though.” Abbey pressed a button on her keyboard that brought up a Navy profile. “Her name is Miranda Black. She is the victim’s co-worker on the same ships for the past two years, and their profiles suggested they were engaged. Nothing else so far.”

“Print out?” Gibbs asked. Abbey picked up a piece of paper on her desk and handed it to him. Gibbs gave her a small kiss on the check and turned to Ziva. “Let’s walk and talk.” He led Ziva to the elevator and pressed the ‘up’ button.

“I have found the Petty Officer’s address and details, last known whereabouts and who has seen him. I knew you’d come to Abbey’s lab first so I came down to wait for you.” She looked at Gibbs as they stepped into the elevator. When he didn’t say anything she continued. “The Petty Officer was invited to a small party at the White Tiger Chinese Restaurant for a senior officer who was celebrating being in the Marine Core for ten years. While he and the Petty Officer were not always on the same ship, they did have a close working relationship whenever they were. I have located all twelve members of the event excluding the Petty Officer.”

“Thirteen at a party.” Gibbs muttered.

“Beg your pardon?” Ziva asked.

“An old superstition was that the first person to stand from a party of thirteen will be the first to die.” Gibbs sipped at his coffee but said nothing more.

“Eleven of them are presently on the Jefferson waiting to be deployed, one is presently off duty.”

“Good. One last question,” Gibbs said. “What is the Petty Officer’s name?”

“Petty Officer Jake Byrnes.”

Out of town at an isolated location

McGee had arrived at last. The training school for Kung Fu was off the beaten path and within a small amount of bush land. It was a few buildings and a large mowed out area. One building was indoor training, one was sleeping quarters with kitchen and washroom, and the final was a cross between the Master’s sleeping quarters and a shrine.

“Razu sensei?” Tim called into the training hall, but got no response. He went and searched the shrine while bowing with respect to the many figures that were there, and called out again. There was still no response. Tim looked carefully around. Razu was not visible in the mowed training area nor in the trees. Tim thought Razu wouldn’t mind if he made himself at home and began training. Changing into black tracksuit pants and a vest, Tim walked into the training room and took down a staff from the weapons rack. He then practiced the routines he knew so well, making every moment direct, swift and accurate on the dummies and invisible targets. Each move was designed to stun but not kill the opponent. Finally, when he had practiced each training routine, he swapped to a wooden sword and went through the practice routines with that too.

‘What was he thinking?’ he asked himself. ‘Tony is a real jerk, and we have had our childish battles, but what about all the other times? When we as friends were able to work together and get the job done? What about all the things we have accomplished together? Why does it always seem like nothing to him?’ He struck out a dummy with a lot of force that it did more damage than expected.

‘Control your rage. This is nothing. Tony simply wound me up and got what he was asking for. He doesn’t know me as well as he thinks he does. None of them do. Not Abbey, not Ziva, not even the Director. The only person who could put together everything I am is Gibbs, and if he has he hasn’t said anything. Probably a good thing too.’ Just as Tim turned to do a downward slice, we was stunned when his wooden sword hit another one and he was faced with his master.

“McGee san, you were not expected today. But since you have such anger, see if it can defeat me.” Razu then widened his stance and held his sword in a ready position. McGee took up a similar stance, but he had found his personal preference as to how he held his sword.

“You went into the forest to train today, didn’t you master?” Tim asked politely.

“Indeed, but when I heard the clash of wood on wood, I came back to see what was going on.” The fight began. Razu was fast on the offensive, and McGee had to put his full focus into blocking the attacks. When he found a moment to break through, the attack and defense reversed and McGee attacked with full force. He managed to bring his sword down onto Razu’s and force him into a kneeling position. But Razu, trained so well in sword fighting, managed to push McGee off, trip him and hold the wooden sword to McGee’s throat while using a leg to pin down his sword arm.

“Your concentration is not what it should be. Where is your mind?” Razu asked, letting Tim up.

“I was hoping to talk to you about that when I finished training,” McGee answered. “I’d like to stay until Wednesday evening if that is alright with Razu Sensei?”

“Of course, you are always welcome here. Perhaps you can help me instruct a few weekend warriors who are coming for a day trip tomorrow. Now come to the shrine and we shall talk and meditate.”
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