Hey guys, JJ here! (obviously) If you're reading this, thank you, and don't forget to review, especially if you want another chapter, because this was originally a one-shot. Secondly, if you are someone who's reading my "Casey Ann Atwood" story, I'm soo sorry I haven't updated! Life's been crazy, but I'm halfway through the next chapter, and I'm on holidays now, so I should be able to update soon!

Also, I'm thinking of making this a series called "YouTube Revelations", so if you have a show or book or movie character you want to be discovered on YouTube for singing or dancing etc. by their friends/family/team or whatever, PM and if I've seen/read it and I like the character, I'll write one for you!

Disclaimer (sigh): I don't own NCIS or the song "Tormented Kid"- that belongs to 360. I don't own 360 either.

"Tony, what are you doing in McGee's desk?"

Tony looked up at Ziva. She'd been trying to ignore him for about an hour, but when he'd gotten up and started going through McGee's desk drawers, she'd finally snapped.

"Well, Ziva, I'm looking for-Aha!" He held up his hand triumphantly...

Ziva shook her head, baffled. "And why do you want McGee's IPod?"

"To see what kind of miserable musical taste we're dealing with regarding our young Probie." Tony grinned.

"How do you know McGee has bad taste in music?" Questioned Ziva.

Tony just looked at her and shook his head pityingly. "Prepare for the complete tracks of Star Wars and Harry Potter."

The Israeli frowned as she looked back down at her work. Harry who?

"Hmmm..." She heard Tony murmur. She turned her head towards him to see his head jutted back a bit and his eyes narrowed, looking at the device in suspicion.

Ziva threw her hands in frustration. "What?"

"I've never heard of this person before, this- 360."

Ziva rolled her eyes. "And? You do not know have to know every famous person, Tony."

Tony laughed and shook his head as if it were the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard, "Oh but, yes, I do."

"Why?" She asked in exasperation.

"Because it's my thing, Ziva. It's what I do." He 'explained' while sitting down at his desk and tapping on his keyboard. "See, Gibbs is the Leader, You're the Assassin, McGoo is the Computer Geek, and I provide comedic relief in tense situations. We all have our part Ziva." He looked at her condescendingly and Ziva resisted the urge to poke her tongue out at him.

"Aha!" He yelled.

She got out of her seat. "I assume you found him then?"

"Yep, there's a fair few videos of him on YouTube. This was taken at a live concert apparently."

"Well bring it up on the Big Screen so I can see it too." Ziva requested.

"Alrighty." Tony grinned, and then got up and sat on the edge of Tim's desk so as better to see the screen. Ziva simply stood in front of it, folding her arms.

A picture of some kind of club, focussed on the stage, appeared on the screen. It was obviously recorded on some ones phone and then put on YouTube. Screams of people dominated the speakers, and then the lights flashed. Sounds like rain started, and a pre-recorded argument. There was a figure on the stage, but the lights were still flickering, like lightning, so you couldn't see who it was.

They listened as the song started.

And didn't even see Gibbs join them.

"I really- I really do love ya' mate, I really love ya'. I'm really sorry I hit you all the time. I promise it won't happen anymore, I promise you, tha-this is the last time. I'm so sorry-"

"-I don't fucking need you! I hate you! You mean nothing to me! Get out of my fucking face!"

"This is MY house, I will do whatever I want-"

"Get the fuck out of my way!

"Don't tell me what to do! Where do you think you're going, get back here! Don't walk away from your Sister!"

"-You're nothing to me!"

"Don't walk away from your mum!

"I hate you!"

"I really do love ya' mate, I do!"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"You know what, I own this place, YOU get out!"

"I hate you, I HATE YOU!"

By the end of the argument the voices had started to meld together. Suddenly the lights came on fully, revealing a young boy, a teenager of maybe 16, on the stage. The camera was not close enough to see his face, but Ziva could see him wearing skinny jeans and a black hooded jumper, with some sort of purple and yellow baseball hat on. He opened his mouth and started to sing.

He was a young kid tormented and hurt
His father nearly pushed him to the end of the earth
On his birthday December the 3rd, that day his dad was drunk, couldn't even remember the birth,

The boy moved around on stage, and in doing so came closer to the girl holding the camera (they could tell it was a she because of the screams) and when he got to the girl he leaned down and sung right into her camera for just a few seconds, but it was enough. Abby gasped, and the others dimly registered her new presence while they froze, not sure what to make of this.

The singer was McGee.

And he wished he'd go on holidays and never return
His whole body was cut up and served and burnt,
Use to wake up shaking with an image of dads face, and how he use to use his body as an ash tray

Most of the team were still frozen, and Abby had her hands to her mouth and tears were streaming down her face. Ziva's own eyes were tingling, and Tony's looked suspiciously bright. Gibbs's face was stone cold rock, but Ziva could see the underlining fury, mixed with the shock and confusion that they were all feeling.

No one suspected shit, always acting fake
The kid was forced to smile put on a happy face,

The hatred in Tim's eyes as he yelled this was something Ziva was not used to, something no one on the team had seen from him before. Most of it seemed directed at his father, but you could see there was some for the rest of the world too.

He use to try and keep his chin high, if he let an ounce of sadness out he'd see a fist fly
Teachers asked about the bruising and he'd give lies,
A kids mind with no reasoning to live life,
A thin line between hate and depression if it wasn't with his fist he'd hit his face with a weapon

The elevator dinged, but not one member of the team heard it. They didn't look at the doors when they opened, and didn't see Timothy McGee himself stepping out.

The thought of suicide he'd jump a lake in a second,
Without him his mum wouldn't be safe and protected,

Tim was at Ziva's desk when he froze. He knew those words, hell he'd made those words, and that was definitely him singing.

He often thought of standing up and fighting back, was too scared, he knew he'd cop another strike and bash,

Tim finally looked up to see his own tormented 16 year old self on the big screen, his team-mates and Abby facing it, watching, not even noticing he was right behind them.

Except for one day he came home from school,
He was about to leave for a mates home for pool,
He heard screams from upstairs in the bed rooms, mum was yelling but it sounded like sex too

Gibbs closed his eyes and cringed at the next words,

He was raping her, cold blooded and fearless nobody was near it and nobody could hear it!
And why did they deserve this punishment for, then he snapped he couldn't give a fuck anymore,
Then he ran to the room possessed by a demon, saw her throat seething and her nose bleeding for no reason

She hobbled down stairs broken her leg, poured his sin all over his wife an emotional wreck,
And the kid stood in the doorway eyes sagging' and black, the father was smashed, laughing as he starts to attack,

By now, no one knew how to react, so they just listened, as 16-year-old-Tim spilled out pain that they didn't even know he had.

He ducked the first swing, it didn't connect, out of nowhere the dad grabbed the kid at the neck,
Squeezing his life away stared in to his eyes it rained, he didn't show it hurt he managed to hide the pain,

"No," Abby whimpered

He sat squeezing and screaming and crying but the kid let him do it and squeeze it in silence,
If he kept going it he would dead him for sure, then his grip let loose he flop next to the floor,
And the mum stabbed him in the back with a kitchen knife ripped inside screaming in pain ready to give her life,
He saw his mother on the tiles of tears, it was the first time he saw his mother smile in years

The music eventually trailed off, leaving the bull pen completely silent

"What the fuck!" Tim burst out.

A/N: I don't normally like swearing, but I felt the situation needed it :P hope you liked! Don't forget to review, and PM me a request!

Also, I know I changed 'brother' to 'sister' in the argument part at the top, but Tim doesn't have a brother, and he does have Sarah, sooo...