This is a story I've been working on for awhile. I keep going over it to make it perfect. Something I normally don't do. Anyway, a few warnings...

THERE WILL BE SEX BETWEEN TWO MALES IN THIS STORY!

More warnings will be added as the story goes on as I do not know where this is going to end up.

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"Jethro," Vance addressed calmly, "I know this is big news, but will you say something?"

Turning to the Director I wondered what he wanted me to say. If he was right, if the DNA test was right, I had a child. I had a twenty-six year old son. What was I supposed to say to that?

And he went to the same school as McGee's sister. While I doubted that they knew each other I knew that I needed to ask. I had to…I needed to know who this man was.

"Get McGee," I replied sitting down at the table and opening his file.

His name was Darren Hotchner and he was getting a degree in psychology. According to his picture he hand short spiky blonde hair and two different colored eyes, blue and brown.

In the picture he had his lower lip pierced twice, snakebite piercing, and was wearing a pair of black trousers, black steel toed boots, and an unbuttoned silver long-sleeved shirt revealing a tattoo on his chest. I couldn't quite make it out, but it was words.

Right under that tattoo was a long jagged scar. It was nice to know that he wasn't letting the scar stop him from not wearing shirts, but the scar did look like it was quite old.

Perched on the top of his head was, what looked like, a pair of purple-rimmed glasses. Around his neck was a black choker with rainbow spikes. His bellybutton was also pierced.

I read over the paperwork that came with the picture. Turns out Darren was never adopted for very long. He had a police record showing that he had runaway more than once. According to this he had done drugs too. Other than that he looked like a good kid.

The first family that adopted him, the Hotchner's, were a good family. They couldn't have children, but were more than happy to bring one into their home and love him like he was their child.

Sadly, Darren had only stayed their home from age three to five. The Hotchner family had a car accident. Neither of the parents survived, but Darren did. Of course it wasn't without problems.

Somehow a stick had gotten through the front window and into the backseat. Thankfully, it didn't do enough damage to kill Darren, but he did have to get a new heart and has regular checkups now.

"Hey Boss," McGee said walking in.

"Do you know this man?" I asked passing him the picture.

"Darren? Yeah, I know him. Is he okay?"

"He's fine. How do you know him?"

"He's…Boss, what's going on?"

Curiosity filled me when I realized that McGee didn't actually answer my question. McGee only ever did that when he was hiding something and didn't want to lie. What was he hiding?

Everyone knew that McGee wasn't good at lying. Well, he wasn't good at lying to people that weren't criminals or suspects. Even then he did his best to tell the truth the whole time. I had always liked that about him.

At the end of the day I knew that even with the horrors we saw everyday McGee was still the man he grew up to be. He was still that naïve, innocent boy that I met in Norfolk.

And he was a good man. Honest, loyal, and, for lack of a better word, sweet. And he was smart. Yes, I was quite proud to be able to call the younger man not only part of my team, but my son.

"This stays in this room," I demanded standing up.

"Of course," McGee acknowledged with a nod.

"DNA test just came in. Darren Hotchner is my son."

McGee's eyes widened almost comically at that. That made my stomach twist. He was hiding something pretty big. Something to do with my son and I really didn't like that.

By his reaction he knew Darren pretty well. Even if Sarah and Darren were friends that didn't explain how Tim knew a big secret about Darren. Just how close were the two of them?

It was possible that Darren and Sarah were dating or had dated. That would make McGee freak out. Especially if the relationship hadn't ended well or was still going on and very serious.

What if Darren was dating someone? This file wouldn't have anything on that. For all I knew Darren could have moved in with his girlfriend by now or even already engaged.

No, I doubted that was what was going on. I just needed to find out what was going on. How was I supposed to get McGee to tell me though without him thinking I was interrogating him?

"He's…Uh…He's friends with…Friends with Sarah," McGee stuttered out.

That was a lie. McGee was lying to me? The man hated lying, especially to me. Whatever he was hiding must be big. I needed to find out what he was hiding though. I had to know.

"What about you?" I questioned staring at him.

"We-We've h-hung out," McGee answered with a shrug, "H-He's try-trying to g-get me to t-talk you an-and the Dir-Director to le-let him co-come lo-look a-at some f-files and w-watch a tea-team w-work for a pap-paper."

Looking over at the Director I nodded my head slightly hoping he understood. I could deal with having someone follow my team around if that meant getting to know my son.

Though thinking about it I wasn't sure I liked the idea of Darren being a criminal psychologist. I didn't know what exactly he was going to do with the degree, but I still didn't like it.

Half of the time I wanted to convince my team to try and find different jobs. This was dangerous and they were my kids. I wanted the protect them from the things we saw on the job.

I knew that was stupid though. They loved their jobs and nothing would stop them from doing it. Anyway, this way they were all near me. I was able to watch them closely and protect them that way.

"Bring him," Vance commented standing up, "It'll give you a chance to learn about him, Jethro, and it will help him with his finish his paper. Tomorrow, McGee."