Part 3

"I haven't taken Tony, Mr. Gibbs," the man said.

"Gibbs," he replied.

"I didn't take Tony but I do have a clue about who may have."

Ziva and McGee looked at the man, he looked strangely familiar but they were sire they had never met him. They looked to Gibbs. "Ziva, McGee, meet Tony's grandfather, Sir Michael MacKay."

That was why he looked familiar. Tony did have a look of him. "Sir..." McGee said.

"My name is Michael. Please call me that."

"You said you had something to help us?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes, the number plate of the car that took him," he handed the piece of paper to Gibbs.

"Find out who it belongs to," Gibbs said handing it to McGee. McGee started typing very quickly at his computer. "Now would you care to explain how you got that?" Gibbs asked.

"I've been having Tony followed."

"You what?" Gibbs shouted.

Michael took a step back,"When Tony didn't contact me after his father's death I realised he probably wasn't going to. So I hired some private investigators to follow him and find out about him."

"You thought Tony would contact you, why?"

"I know his father would stop him from contacting me when he was alive but I had hoped that once he was dead Tony would try to find out about me."

"Tony's father disowned him when he was a child..." Gibbs was about to launch into a list of things that had been done to Tony but stopped. This was not the place to do it.

"I didn't know," Michael said. "I'd had no contact with them since after Tony was born. His father made it quite clear what would happen if I tried to interfere. The only thing I could do was set up a trust fund for when Tony was older. I thought my American lawyer would have contacted him and given him details about how to claim the money."

"Tony knew nothing about it. His father tried to get him to sign it over to him but Tony had never heard of it."

"I don't understand," Michael said. "His mother knew, why did she not tell him?"

"She spent most of her time drunk," Gibbs said. He saw the man's face drop. "I'm sorry. She had a terrible life and she took to the drink. It was the only way she could cope."

"I tried to help but he wouldn't let me. He said he was going to hang onto both of them, to pay me back. I managed to get a letter through to her by asking one of the staff to deliver it."

"Can you be sure she got it? Maybe he took it."

"But why treat the boy so badly? Surely he wanted a son to follow him."

"Tony isn't his."

"What?"

"He told Tony recently. His mother had been seeing someone else and Tony is his."

"He must have made her life hell. My poor daughter." He stumbled and Gibbs helped him sit down. "If I could go back and change everything. If I hadn't disowned her before the wedding this might not have happened. He was desperate to be part of my family and I threw it back in his face."

"It would have been something else. He was a sick man."

"Got it," McGee shouted. A picture came up on the plasma screen. "The car belongs to Andrea DiNozzo, Tony's uncle."

"My God," Gibbs said. "What the hell do they want with him?"

"Probably the same as his father. His money. Their business hasn't been doing very well recently, they're nearly broke. Andrea's son inherited it from his uncle."

"Where did your men lose the car?" Gibbs asked. Sir Michael told them. "Start a search on the cameras in that area. Maybe we can trace the car that way. Ziva check all the property in this area that is owned by the DiNozzos."

Meanwhile Tony was lying on the bed. They had not spoken to him again. He could hear his stomach growling. "Good morning Tony," a voice said. "Hope you slept well?"

"Like a baby," Tony answered. "Room service isn't very good in this place, if I were you I'd ask for my money back." A jolt of electricity went through his body.

"You always were a smart ass. Now to business. We need access to your trust fund to keep the business going." Tony laughed and he felt another jolt go through his body this time a little stronger.

"I thought you would have learned to control yourself by now. This treatment can be very painful." Tony's back arched off the bed as the electricity flowed through him. "Now that I have your attention, let's begin."

"F**k off!" Tony shouted. This time he fell back on the bed unconscious.

"Father!" Georgio said. "You'll kill him."

"So!"

"We need him alive. He has to sign it over to us willingly."

"And how are we going to persuade him to do that?" Maria said coming in. "You think he's going to want to help us?"

"No, but we have a visitor for him."

The door to Tony's room opened and Jack was pushed in. He rushed over and took Tony ion his arms. "Tony, look at me." He brushed his hair back from his face. He went over to the sink and wet his handkerchief. He went back and wiped his face. "What the hell have you done to him?"

"He deserved it. He's going to learn respect for me and his family, one way or the other.

"Grandpa?" Tony whispered.

"Sh! It's going to be alright. Your dad will find us." A harsh laugh filled the room.

"Dad? Imagine being pathetic enough to get adopted at his age. No wonder Antonio was furious. Throwing everything he'd ever done for him back in his face. What sort of a son does that?"

Jackson opened his mouth to say something but Tony tugged his shirt," Don't say anything. It'll just make it worse." The he sat up. "Why have you brought Jackson here? He's got nothing to do with this."

"He's going to help you make up your mind. You can probably withstand these shocks for awhile but I doubt he can. Maybe we should try it out?"

"No!" Tony shouted. "You can't do that."

"Oh but we can. Your choice."

Tony pulled on the chain but it didn't budge. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault."

Jack grabbed his shoulders. "No it isn't. None of this is your fault. Don't think like that." Jack pulled Tony into his arms.

Gibbs was still waiting from some answers from his team. However it wasn't easy finding out information about the DiNozzos. "I'll get the information Boos, it's just going to take time."

"Time may be the one thing he doesn't have." He saw the look on McGee's face. He knew he was working hard to find Tony. "I know you're doing your best McGee." He looked round at Michael. He was still sitting on the chair. "Michael, why don't you come with me? I have a colleague here who comes from Scotland. Maybe he'll have a drink of Scotch for you. Medicinal purposes of course."

Michael got up and followed Gibbs. "Why did you have Tony followed?" Gibbs asked. "Why not just go see him?"

"I was frightened that he'd slam the door on my face. He seems a very determined young man."

"He is," Gibbs said proudly.

"What I don't understand is why my lawyer didn't contact him?"

"Give me his name and I'll check it out," Gibbs said. Michael handed over the lawyer's business card. "When did you last contact him?"

"It's been a couple of years. I don't do business in America so I don't have any need for a lawyer who knows American law. The last time I spoke to him would have been about the time the trust matured. He was going to be in contact with Tony. I assumed he had."

"Did you not need to sign any papers about it?" Gibbs asked walking into autopsy.

"No. The only stipulation I had about the money was that it should only be given to Tony. If he didn't claim it his father was not allowed to get his hands on it."

"That's peculiar. Tony's father thought he would get it if Tony was killed."

"No I left instructions that if anything was to happen to Tony before he was 25 or he died without collecting the money his father was not allowed to get it. That was written into the agreement."

Gibbs picked up the phone and spoke to Ziva. He told her to check out the lawyer.

Michael was standing next to him as Ducky came in. "Jethro, any news?" he asked.

"Sorry Duck no." He turned to Michael. "This is Tony's grandfather, Michael MacKay."

"Pleased to meet a fellow countryman," Ducky said. "Dr. Donald Mallard." They shook hands. "You look as if you could use a drink. A glass of malt?"

"That would be lovely."

Ducky poured a generous measure into a glass and handed it to him. "I am very fond of your grandson," he said.

"I just hope I get a chance to meet him. All I've seen so far are photos and written reports."

Gibbs sat down beside him," Sir Michael, you said you spoke to your lawyer a couple of years ago. How many was that?"

"About two years maybe eighteen months. Tony would be coming up to 25."

Ducky looked at Gibbs, they had both assumed Tony was older than that, in fact they were sure his personnel record said he was older. He'd be having words when he next saw him. Gibbs felt his chest tighten. He so hoped he was going to have the chance to have that conversation with his son. Then he gave himself a mental slap, he was not going to think about anything but getting Tony home.

TBC