"That'd be me," Gibbs said and turned back to face the man.
"Boss..." Tony started to protect, but Gibbs glared at him. Tony bit down on the side of his tongue. He had no idea what the hell this was about, but he'd be damned if he let Gibbs take the heat.
The man walked up to his desk, "You're not Dinozzo," he said. "There's a few reasons I can tell that, your name plate," he fingered the plastic strip, "Being one...and you bear no resemblance to his father."
"What's this have to do with my father?" Tony spoke up. The man slowly turned around and lowered his glasses to give him a once-over.
"Now this, I believe," he said. After a moment he raised his hand in the air, signaling his well-trained men forward.
Some of them made their way to the other agents, searching and disarming them, pulling them to the middle of the bullpen and forcing them down on their knees with their hands on their heads. Another did the same to Vance, then searched and disarmed Tony.
"How did you get in here?" Vance spoke up. The intruder standing behind him butted the barrel of his gun into the back of his neck and Vance dropped unconscious to the floor.
"That's enough!" their leader groaned in frustration at his men. "But to answer his question, I have...friends in low places," he explained with a grin.
"You haven't answered my question," Tony said.
"Your father...yes," he walked closer to Dinozzo. "He's the reason I'm here. He was an excellent con man."
"What do you mean, 'was'?" he asked.
"Your father stole from me in Reno," he explained, and Tony clenched jaw and pursed his lips in frustration of his father's actions. "When I found him, he said the money was gone. He had spent it all. To prove it, he gave me access to his accounts. It wasn't there. He refused to tell me where the money was." Tony's friends all seemed to know where this was going. "So, I killed him."
"You what...?" Tony staggered and his arms dropped to the desk to catch himself. The intruders raised their guns toward him, and again, their leader raised his hand for them to back down.
"You'll have to excuse my men. They are...a little testy from the trip here."
"You killed my father?" his voice cracked. Tony lowered himself into his chair, his eyes meeting each member of his team briefly, before looking down at his desktop.
Ziva looked up at her boss next to her, then to McGee, both reflecting sympathy for Tony's dismay.
"Seems like a pretty expensive operation here," Tony said. "Exactly how much did he take you for?"
"I would assume you knew," he replied.
"I've never had anything to do with my father's business," he spat.
"Then you never purchased him a ticket to Monte Carlo? Which eventually led him to me?" Tony's eyes closed and he took a frustrated breath.
"I know nothing about the money..." he said finally. The man stormed up and leaned into the desk to put his face in Tony's.
"I was told the money is in your account!" he yelled. Tony backed slightly away from the intrusion.
"My joined account was closed before he went to Monte Carlo. And I thought he didn't tell you where it was?"
"He didn't. Like I said before...friends in low places. Now, access the account," he pointed to the computer. Tony hesitated for a moment.
"I'll log in, but like I said...the account was closed," he began typing in the url. "So...what should I call you?" he said, making small talk as he worked.
"My associates call me Hastings," he leaned back down on the desk, "But you can call me 'Daddy', since you don't have one anymore," he grinned. Tony's blood boiled over as he looked at the creep's eyes. He lunged forward on the desk and grabbed his shirt, punching him hard in the face before three of his men pulled Tony off of him and threw him to the floor. They whaled on him, hitting him in the face and kicking his chest.
"Stop!" Ziva yelled, and she thought fast, trip-kicking the man behind her and jumping at Tony's attackers. One of the men pointed their gun at Ziva, and Gibbs reached out and pushed his arm before the round went off, hitting the big screen. McGee took advantage of the chaos and crawled over to his desk to retrieve the small video comm system, being sure to mute any incoming feed, and he paged the forensics lab, where he knew Abby still was. He quickly placed it under the desk pointing toward them and crawled back over into the mayhem.
"That's enough!" Hastings shouted, and the men had regained control. "Bring her here," he told them. Two of them took her arms and dragged her toward him. "Tie her down....And pick him up," he motioned at Tony.
Dinozzo laid, defeated, on the floor before they picked him up and dragged him back to his desk. "Now, do as I asked," Hastings told him, "Or she dies," he said, pulling a knife from his suit coat and holding it up to Ziva's neck.
Tony panicked inwardly as he looked at the, now restrained, agent. Her hands were bound onto the back of the chair and her legs were tied tightly together. She showed no fear at the man's threats, but Dinozzo could tell that his boss and McGee felt the same panic as he did when he looked at them.
He resumed opening up a page to the presumably closed account and froze when it opened and showed that, not only had the account been reopened, but there was, indeed, a large some of money in it.
He counted the zeroes once...twice...he was frozen. "Well?" Hastings asked, "Is it there?" Tony looked over at his team.
"Yeah," he said, barely believing himself.
"Is it all there...all three million?" Hastings asked. Gibbs, McGee and Ziva all looked at him in surprise. He couldn't help but to feel as though they thought he'd had something to do with this.
"It's all there..." he said. "Three million dollars..."
Okay...thought I'd get a little more in before bed. I'll have more up tomorrow for sure :)