Chapter 2:

Tim and Delilah had just finished having a coffee at the beachside café when they decided to take a walk around the quaint seaside village. Tim pushed Delilah's chair and they would stop and look at a few things here and there when something across the road caught McGee's eye. "Huh!"

"What are you Huh-ing at babe?" Delilah asked as she ran her hands down a particularly attractive scarf.

"Across the road there," he nodded in the direction he was looking so Delilah turned and saw the same thing.

"Huh!"

"Let's go look." Tim turned Delilah's chair and they headed across the road to the tailor shop that had caught their attention; DiNozzo's Finery.

"You just want to see if you can get some embarrassing childhood story to tease him with."

"And the problem with that is?…" Tim asked as they cross the threshold of the neat, albeit small store.

"I will be with you in just a moment," came a man's voice from the back after hearing the bell over the door chime.

"You're fine, no rush," Tim called back as he looked at the quality suits in front of him.

"The love of a good suit must be in their genes," Delilah commented, "Wow these are really nice. Do you think they are related?"

Tim shrugged, "I don't know. I didn't think there were too many DiNozzo's around, Tony has always called them a dying breed."

"It would be strange for Tony not to mention he has a tailor as a relative, considering how much he loves his Italian suits."

"Maybe he makes knock offs and all of Tony's suits are fakes and not real Armani or Dolce. Now that is a something I would love to have over him," Tim smiled.

"Hello my name is Roberto, how can I help you today?" Tim and Delilah turned to see a short elderly man with the bushiest eyebrows McGee had seen in some time. This hair was grey, full and curly and there was no doubt this man was Italian. He could be a caricature on a Pizza box with the name Giuseppe sprawled above him in spaghetti writing, although Roberto would work too.

Tim held out his hand and shook this man's hand, "Hi my name is Tim and this is my girlfriend Delilah. We aren't actually after any suits, but we saw the name on the store and had to come in. I think I might work with your nephew or something."

"Oh really, which one, Steven, Lewis or Anthony?"

"Anthony," McGee said.

"Oh, you work at the accounting firm with him."

"Ah, no, we work at NCIS together."

"What is NCIS?" Roberto asked with a quizzical look on his face.

"Naval Criminal Investigative Service, down in DC."

"No you must be mistaken, Anthony works at some big accounting firm in Miami. Something and Associates ... I can't remember the name."

Delilah noted the frown on Roberto's face, "We must have a different DiNozzo. I guess it was a long shot that you would be related it's just that Tony was from Long Island, this shop is on Long Island. Sorry to have disturbed you."

"Wait, are you saying that you work with someone who goes by the name Anthony DiNozzo? Spelt the same way?"

"Yep, big D, little I, big N, little ozzo. That's how he always spells it out to people."

"This can't be, there are no other DiNozzo's. We are the only ones. You see when my grandfather emigrated here in 1912 with our grandmother and our father the people on Ellis Island couldn't spell his name correctly. His real name was DiNozolio but that was too hard apparently so they shortened it to DiNozzo. My father was an only child and so you see, there are no other DiNozzo's, just me and my brother Vincenzo."

"He doesn't own a butcher shop by any chance?" Tim asked starting to get a bad feeling.

"Yes he does," Roberto answered.

"And you never had a brother Anthony?" Tim asked, now going into investigator mode.

"Yes, we had a brother Anthony, but he and his family died in a car crash in 1976. His wife and their two children, Anthony Jr and Maria."

Deliliah and Tim traded glances. "I'm sorry but can I ask, how old was Anthony Jr when he died?"

Roberto scratched his head, "Which was the older, ah yes, Anthony was 8 and his sister was 6. It was such a tragedy. Our family never really got over it losing them all so young."

"You don't happen to have a photo of them by any chance."

"Ah, yes, come with me." Roberto lead them into the back of the store and showed them a framed photo of a family in a typical family portrait from the mid seventies. There was no doubt that the Anthony DiNozzo Jr in this photo could not possibly be the light skinned, green eyed Tony DiNozzo Tim had worked with for the last 12 years.

"Do you mind if I take a photo of this?" Tim asked and when Roberto gave his permission Tim produced his iPhone and took a couple of photos of the whole group, and close ups of both Anthony Junior and Senior.

"Do you think someone has been using my brother's name? Who is this man you are working with?"

"Look Mr DiNozzo, I am hoping this is just a big misunderstanding and we can get it all sorted out but in the meantime, would you just keep this between us? I don't want you to upset your family if this all turns out to be a mistake."

"Of course, of course, but please, can you let me know if anything comes of this. I would hate to think my dear brother is having his name used illegally."

"I will. And you are positive that no one else could possibly have the name DiNozzo other than members of your family?"

"I suppose anything is possible but as I say, DiNozzo isn't the real family name. I guess another family may have been given the same name but to have both an Anthony and a Vincenzo who is a butcher? That seems unlikely," Roberto said.

Tim had to agree.

Gibbs listened patiently as McGee told his story, "And have you checked to see if there are any other DiNozzo's McGee."

"I quickly looked up the phonebook while we were there and there are no listings other than Vincenzo and who I assume are his three boys. Delilah and I only got home last night so I haven't had a chance to look any deeper than that."

"Ok, look into it McGee but not a word of this to anyone, and tell Delilah that goes for her too. Is that clear."

"Crystal Boss," Tim said.

"And for God's sake, don't let Tony know what you are doing because either a: this is a big mistake and it will be all cleared up without him knowing we suspected him of identity fraud or b:…"

Tim looked up when Gibbs hesitated, "Or b: he is guilty of identity fraud."

Gibbs nodded.