"You summoned me, DiNozzo?" Said Gibbs.

Tony lifted his head from the pillow and tried to sit up. Stitches pulled and the wound burned. Giving it up as a bad job he lay back down. In a wordless gesture he handed the cryptic card to Gibbs.

"I'll deal with it." He said already having an idea who'd brought it.

"How's McGee doing?" Tony asked.

"Still not breathing on his own.

"I shouldn't have let it happen…" he said, "It should be me laying there."

Gibbs smiled thinking of the best way to point out the obvious.

"So I guess you didn't really need major surgery last night."

"Boss, I was senior agent. I shouldn't have let him get shot."

"McGee isn't a probie anymore." Gibbs said.

It was time to get to the point. It was the first chance he had to hear the other side of the story. Able to read Gibbs better than most Tony took his silence as a prompt. Time to stop feeling sorry for himself. Time to behave like the agent that he was.

"When we got to the house the door was already open. We split up; McGee went upstairs, I stayed down. I didn't hear the shots but I heard McGee fall. When I got to the bottom of the stairs the was the guy was standing there."

Gibbs nodded, so far things made sense.

"He had his weapon drawn. I announced myself and then you know the rest."

On the contrary, Gibbs didn't know the rest. In fact, this was the part that made the least amount of sense.

"Why did you let him shoot you?" Gibbs asked, "You're a good agent, Tony, why did you hesitate?"

Tony's heart warmed slightly at the back-handed compliment. He had an easy answer to give.

"I could see his eyes, boss. There was something about them that made me not want to kill him."

Gibbs heart lurched. He'd heard those words before from someone else. He and Tony both had.

"Like Kate…" Gibbs stated.

"Like Kate." He replied.

Gibbs stood up ready to leave.

"I'll get to the bottom of this." He said.

Tony closed his eyes again and realised how horrible it was to be a victim.

Gibbs had barely exited the hospital when his telephone rang.

"Ziva."

"Gibbs, I am at Roberts' house. You need to see what I have found in here."

"Get everything back to the office. I'll meet you there."

This was the last place Victor expected to be. He figured he was in trouble as he had normally been directed to a conference room. Now, he sat in a room with no more furniture than a table and chairs. He had watched enough TV to know the mirrored wall wasn't there for decoration.

The door opened and in walked the steely-eyed agent he'd been dealing with in the past. Gibbs, he remembered. On their first meeting he recalled thinking that he wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of this man.

"Mr. Roberts."

"Agent Gibbs. Am I in trouble?"

He didn't answer, just pulled out the chair and sat down. He placed a file on the table and some objects in clear plastic bags. When Victor glimpsed what was in one of the bags he realised why he may have been there.

"What does the name DiNozzo mean to you?" Gibbs enquired.

"It's the name of the man who ended my son's life."

Gibbs nodded slowly then sat forward. His eyes locked onto Victor's sparkly green ones.

"That's not the whole truth is it, Mr. Roberts?"

He held his hands up, cutting Victor off before he had a chance to reply.

"We'll come back to that." Gibbs said opening the file. Try as he did, Victor couldn't read the writing upside down.

"You're adopted."

"Yes," Victor answered feeling violated that the facts of his life were in that file, "Where is this going, Agent Gibbs?"

"You told Luke didn't you?"

"Of course I did."

Gibbs nodded again. He picked up the first plastic bag. He slid it across the table towards Victor who's blood ran cold.

"You need to tell me the truth, Victor. Why did you leave this for Agent DiNozzo?"

"I felt bad that Luke had done this. It was the day before I found out he killed my boy."

"You went back to the hospital didn't you? The nurses saw you."

Victor snapped. It was time to tell the truth. He knew he was found out, it was too late.

"Okay. I went back. I grabbed one of my best kitchen knives and I wanted to rip that man's heart out of his chest."

"But you didn't." Gibbs said.

"I'm not my son. I couldn't kill. Its not in me."

Gibbs smiled wryly.

"Did you know your biological father?"

"Yes."

Victor thought he had Gibbs line of questioning figured out but he kept on changing direction. It was making Victor's head spin.

"Gibbs, stop beating around the bush. You already know that Anthony DiNozzo is my biological parent."

"You're son knew too. It was in his diary." Gibbs placed the diary in front of Victor.

Victor admitted that he knew DiNozzo was rich. Luke knew, but until Gibbs revealed it, he didn't know how much he resented it. Luke hated growing up poor and apparently murder wasn't beyond him as an option for revenge.

"Did you know that DiNozzo had a son? That you had a half brother?"

Victor shook his head. Until a few days ago the existence of his half-brother had been a mystery to him. Apparently Luke knew.

"Did you convince Luke to kill DiNozzo and his father? Your father was next on the list, you know."

Victor took massive offence. He didn't want anyone to die. He'd had a wonderful upbringing. It wasn't rich like his half-brother but it was so loving. He'd tried to give Luke the same but that obviously wasn't enough to keep him from a murderous revenge spree.

Gibbs looked into the man's vivid green eyes. He believed him.