Tony Gone

Author's Note:

Yea! My first legitimate N.C.I.S fanfic, and I'm proud of it.! It is a cross between N.C.I.S, Charmed, and Harry Potter, but I feel that the combination works.

Now, my warning about this story. Chapter Six does not flow as well as it could, mostly because it somehow got deleted from my computer and I don't know how, so guess who angrily retyped it? Me. I did use a little bit of language, which is why this is rated T, that and a minor hint at a sex scene (not an actual sex scene, which is why T is on this document). Um…that's about it. I hope you enjoy my first legitimate N.C.I.S fanfic, and I hope you can see the little areas pointing towards actual occurrences on the show, like…Abby's autopsy nightmare. Yep, that's in here. I hope you enjoy, and send me a review if you found this to be a decent story. Now, here's "Tony Gone"!

"Ziva, could you get me the report from yesterday's case?" Gibbs asked. He was then back to his usual coffee. As he sat in his desk and turned around he saw that Tony wasn't in his desk. "McGhee!"

"Yes boss," McGhee replied.

"Where's DiNozzo?"

"Um, your guess is as good as mine, Sir. I thought he called your cell, oh…right," McGhee nodded as Gibbs threw a busted cell phone onto his desk. "Well, what about your other phone?"

"No messages," Gibbs sighed. "McGhee, try to contact him, and make sure he's not at another one of those damn dentist appointments."

"Nothing's on his calendar, Sir. He's not answering his cell and his home phone is busy."

"Well, keep calling it. Thank you Ziva," Gibbs nodded. She nodded back and answered her phone. When she was done, she walked over to Gibbs.

"A woman is here to see you. Security has her stopped at the gate. Would you like to see her?" she asked quietly.

"Who is it?"

"Her name is H.G, whatever that stands for. Would you like me to send her here or turn her back?"

"Let her through. Maybe she knows something about Tony."

"Still no answer on his home phone, Boss, but it is still busy. What do you want me to do?" McGhee asked.

"Take that phone of yours and go out to his apartment. Ziva, go with him and call me if anything comes up," Gibbs ordered.

"Yes, Boss," they replied together. They grabbed their guns and went to the elevator. A tall woman with long, black hair stepped out. She headed straight for Gibbs's desk as McGhee and Ziva stepped inside.

"Gibbs?" the woman called.

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered. "How can I help you?"

"Do you know this woman?" she asked, holding up a picture. Gibbs studied it and nodded. "Well, she is my mother. She didn't want me to know you at all, but I always wondered about my last name. It seems to me that either you're my father or the man she chose to be my father. Can you help me out with this?"

"How old are you?" Gibbs asked.

"Thirty-five," she replied. "In other words, you were a teenager when you met her. Are you my father?"

"I guess I am. Listen, can I meet with you somewhere else to talk about this? This is my work place, and we get busy rather fast. This is a government agency."

"Oh, no," she grinned, pulling out a pistol. "You Sir are going to tell my mother exactly what happened to you, and you are going to tell her that you want me in your life."

"Now, calm down. I can't do that. I don't have her numbers, and she probably doesn't remember me at all," Gibbs tried. People were stepping out of the office area now, and security was gathering. With one quick signal, she could be taken down, but Gibbs waited. She threw a notebook onto the surface of his desk.

"Why don't you start there?" she grinned, pulling Ziva's chair to her while keeping the gun locked on him. "Oh, if you signal them, you're dead."

"So, what are we doing again?"

"We are searching Tony's house because he is a missing government agent as of this morning," McGhee replied. "His door's open," McGhee whispered. He immediately tried to call Gibbs. "Hey, try calling Gibbs with me. He's not answering."

"What makes you think I have anything to do with that?"

"You just…every time you call him, he answers. So, could you try?" McGhee asked. Ziva sighed and took out her phone. She had it up to her ear almost immediately.

"Ha, you were wrong, McGhee. He did not answer for me. It appears that he is very busy, or perhaps the director is in a meeting with him?"

"Call him," McGhee whispered. The oddness of his teammates becoming unreachable at about the same time was bothering him. In a recent story idea, Gibbs, Tony, Abby, and Ziva were all taken hostage in a foreign world, and only he was able to save him. But, he trashed the idea when Tony found it, calling it 'the obvious work of a Probie' and throwing it away for him. He just hoped another one of his stalkers wasn't after him.

"McGhee, the woman is holding Gibbs hostage," Ziva gasped.

"How come he hasn't signaled security?"

"According to word given to the director, he's being held hostage by his daughter. That woman was his daughter! She looked much too old."

"She looked quite young to me," McGhee replied.

"You observed her butt as she walked by! Of course you felt she was within the proper age range for us! The report given to the director stated the she was in fact older than you."

"Nice," McGhee nodded.

"McGhee! You are turning into Tony!" Ziva exclaimed.

"No I'm not," McGhee whispered, looking back to Tony's apartment. "We should make sure he's not in there, then call the director and tell him that he's missing."

"You say it like this has happened before," Ziva whispered seriously.

"It has, but it's never been this serious before. Ziva, someone may have him, since all of these things are happening at once."

"Let's not hold that in our minds. Let's move in!" she exclaimed.

"It's move out," McGhee corrected.

"You know what I mean!" she hissed. They both bombarded the rooms, but nothing was there. McGhee and Ziva touched nothing they didn't need to touch, and they both were standing outside within the next ten minutes. McGhee called the director and asked for Ducky to bring the van. A man was dead within Tony's door way, but there was no sign of him. Tony was missing.

"Get started," H.G repeated. Gibbs nodded nervously and picked up the notebook. Her mother's addresses, phone numbers, and other contact information sat organized before his eyes. He immediately called the most recent number and used her most recent name. The number was disconnected, so Gibbs called the next one and the next one, but by the time he reached the last number, he still hadn't received a working line.

"There's no answer," he whispered.

"Exactly. You are going to find my mother, and you're going to use your team to help. Where are they now?"

"I don't know. You wouldn't let them call me," Gibbs replied. H.G scoffed.

"Call your damn team, but make sure they stop whatever they're doing to come here and help me," H.G. hissed. Gibbs called McGhee, who answered immediately.

"What's the situation?" Gibbs asked.

"Tony's house was ransacked, and a dead man is at the door. Tony is nowhere to be found, but Ziva and I are processing the evidence now," McGhee replied.

"Well, call in another team. You have to do something for me now," Gibbs whispered, glancing at H.G.

"We can't, Sir. Another naval officer was found dead upstate and two teams went to get the scene before anyone else. Only one is left, and they're under federal review for missing certain pieces of evidence. We can't let them mess up this scene or we'll never find Tony."

"McGhee, are you aware of how crazy it is around here?" Gibbs exclaimed.

"I do, Boss, but…I'll see how much is left. Ducky has the body en route, but I'll see."

"Make it quick," Gibbs whispered. H.G. sighed and put her elbow on the desk and stared at him.

"Not fast enough, apparently," she whispered. The line clicked and Ziva's voice came through.

"His entire back bedroom is ransacked to the point where only photographs can be taken. We'll be finished in five minutes. The bathroom is done, as is the living room, but McGhee says his bedroom might have evidence, but we haven't had time to go in yet. How long do we have until she does something?" Ziva asked.

"I don't know. So, how long do they have if they can't come right now?" Gibbs asked. H.G snatched the phone from his hand.

"You have one hour maximum to get the evidence here. Once you are here, you'll be under my command," H.G exclaimed, slamming down the phone and looking to Gibbs. "Why is it taking so long?"

"The entire house was ransacked and they have to go over everything. A member of our team is missing, and that crime scene is the only lead," Gibbs replied. H.G scoffed and sat back in her chair heavily.

"Is there any way to get the security out of here?" she asked.

"You can surrender, and then they'll leave," Gibbs offered.

"You don't want me to contact my mother?"

"Well, it's not like she wants to be found, and I should be good enough," Gibbs smirked. H.G scoffed again.

"You have no idea what happened with me, do you?" she asked.

"No, mostly because your mother never told me."

"Well, she put me up for adoption, but it was open. She was my aunt for seven years until I found out she was my mom. I started gathering her contact information when I was ten, and that's when she started moving around more and more until I lost her about seven years later. So, here we are, but only by a fluke. Your name was not on my birth certificate, but she told her friends about you. Her friends gave me more contact information, but every new number has been disconnected and she stopped talking to her friends. So now, you and your team are my only hope, and you're going to find her."

"You really didn't think this through, did you? Listen, yeah, we can find her, but you're going to federal prison for holding me hostage, making terroristic threats, and probably other things that we can find. You'll only meet her if she goes to your prison to visit you, because I'm not going to deny what everyone can see. I'm not leaving my job for you," Gibbs whispered. H.G sighed.

"So, I'll still never meet her?"

"If you surrender right now, and take plea deals, then you might only get five years. In those five years, you may call me, and if I still have the resources I have now, then I will help you. Now, give me your gun and surrender," Gibbs whispered. She began handing her gun to him slowly. A shot rang out. She fell onto his desk. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Gibbs screamed, jumping over his desk and tackling the man who fire the shot. "She was going to surrender! She was about to and you killed her!" Gibbs screamed. Five men had to drag him off of the security guard.

"I didn't know," he whispered. Gibbs was all a blur. He had just lost another daughter, and he was furious.