A First Family Disagreement

Tony moaned as he opened his eyes. Someone with a very large drum was playing a very loud tune in his head. What the hell was that smell! He lifted his head from a rough blanket. Shit had someone kidnapped him. Then he regretted his action as he knew he was going to be sick.

"Bucket's at the side of the bed," a voice said. he leaned over and was violently sick. At this moment all he wanted to do was die. He felt awful. "Feel better?" Tony made to shake his head but remembered in time not to. "Got yourself in a right mess boy?" the voice said.

Tony tried to sit up but failed. He hadn't got any energy. He slumped back down on what he assumed was a bed. "You just sleep, son."

It must have been an hour later Tony woke again. The man with the rum had turned down the volume and apart from the most disgusting taste in his mouth he felt better. He knew better than to open his eyes. Gibbs had taught him that. Always have an advantage over the enemy, whoever they were. If they thought he was asleep he might be able to get some information about where he was and who had taken him.

He heard a key turn in a door. "You gonna sleep all day? Here's some coffee and a sandwich. I also brought a couple of headache pills if you need them. You need the bucket again it's at your side." Then he heard the footsteps move off and the key turn again. Well they were considerate kidnappers Tony thought. He couldn't remember last night at all no matter how hard he tried. Might as well get up, if he was locked in he wouldn't be going anywhere soon.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. The food was sitting on a tray on the floor. He hoped it wasn't drugged because he was really hungry. He sniffed at the coffee and the sandwich.

"It's okay. The food is okay in here," a voice said to his side. He turned his head to the side. A young man about the same age as him was sitting on a bed in a barred room. "You feeling better? You've been out of it for hours. How much had you drunk?"

"Drunk?" Tony asked.

"Don't you remember?" Tony shook his head and then regretted it. "Take the pills, they'll help." Tony took them and then drank the coffee and ate the sandwich. "You really don't remember?"

"Leave him be Tom," a voice said. Tony looked up. Standing at the door was a police officer. "You feeling better?"

"Where am I?" Tony asked.

"Jail. Do you know the trouble you caused last night?"

"No." Jail! Gibbs was going to kill him.

"Let's start with your name and where you're staying. I know you're not from around here."

"My name's Tony. I'm just passing through. Where's my wallet?"

"In my desk along with all your watch. It's empty. I think you were mugged as you left the bar. My deputy found you in the street. The doc checked you out and said you were okay apart from some cuts and bruises which you got during the fight."

"Fight?" This just got better and better. He was dead meat.

"I'll talk to you later, got my rounds to do. Sleep, You'll feel better." He turned to the man in the next cell," And you leave him alone. I hear you've been disturbing him and you'll answer to me."

"Okay. I could do with some more sleep anyway."

The Sheriff left. "Who is he? Why does he speak to you like that?" Tony asked.

"My father."

That was when all the memories came back. He'd had an argument with Gibbs yesterday. He lay down. He had to think this through. He thought back to the previous day

TBC