A/N: Sorry this took a little longer. I can't wait for school to be over for the year. I will actually have some free time and can write without teachers breathing down my neck. So, thanks for all the reviews and follows!
NCIS fan: Senior's claim could be easily proved wrong, but I didn't want to get into all of that. Thanks for your concern! I do have someone I can talk too, and I have talked to him. It has helped, but I still got stuff to deal with before I know that I'm stress-free.
So we started the criminal law section in my Street Law class, and because I'm excited that I now understands the terms being used, I decided to add this chapter! Enjoy!
"What do you mean he claimed to have no children?!" Gibbs shouted. Franks and Morrow arrived back at the office and were currently informing Gibbs of the situation.
"I'm sorry, Gibbs, but because we had no proof that he had a child, CPS stopped the investigation." Morrow replied, hoping to find a way to somehow calm his agent.
Before Gibbs could retort, Mike jumped in. "There is no way an investigation can start unless there is evidence, Probie."
Gibbs stopped when he heard Mike. He smirked and nodded. He grabbed the papers he placed at the corner of his desk and handed them to the director. "This is your evidence, Director." He stated triumphantly.
Morrow took the papers and scanned through them. He looked up at Gibbs when he was finished. "When did you find all of this?"
"While you guys were out meeting our favorite friend." Gibbs answered, the words 'favorite friend' laced with sarcasm, malice, and hate.
Morrow nodded in approval. "Good work Agent Gibbs. Tomorrow we shall open an investigation." He gave the papers back to Gibbs and started towards his office.
Gibbs threw the papers at his desk and followed the director. "Tomorrow? Why not now?"
Morrow turned and faced him. "Gibbs, it's late. We will have better results and cooperation if we start it in the morning instead." He sighed and started back to his office. "Go home Gibbs. That's an order."
Gibbs stood at the base of the stairs and glared at his boss before turning back to his desk. Mike walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Probie, relax. We'll get him. You just have to be patient." Mike told him. Gibbs opened his mouth to argue, but he was cut off. "And don't tell me that the longer we wait the worst it is. I know that, Probie. He will be taken down though."
Gibbs sighed and shook his head, letting it hang. "I'm scared for the kid." He whispered.
Mike nodded. "I know. It's because you care." He smirked when Gibbs looked up at him, a slight look of surprise on his face. He's never heard his boss use such a soft tone before.
Mike patted him on the shoulder, urging him towards the elevator. "Now go home and rest. You won't being having much of that when Tony's living with you."
Gibbs nodded, not saying anything else. He was ticked that another night had to go by, but he also understood that things would go better in the morning. He sighed when he got into his truck and drove home. He didn't do anything but fell onto his couch and closed his eyes, letting his exhaustion overtake him.
Tony hid in the corner of his tiny bedroom when he heard his father talking to the people at the door. No-one ever came here and bothered him, but Tony knew that if someone did, it wasn't going to end well. He covered his face with his arms and pulled his legs up to his chest. He was tired and hurting. His eyes hurt from crying, but the tears never flowed because he would get in trouble if he cried. Tony flinched when he heard the door shut and heard his father's footsteps coming closer to the closed door of his room, or prison. Both titles fit in the young boy's mind. He flinched again when the light flashed on and the silhouette of his angry father stood before him. He whimpered quietly and pushed up against the wall, trying to disappear.
"Who did you talk to yesterday?" His father asked in a cold, but dangerously calm voice.
Tony shook his head profusely. "I-I don't know who he was. I s-swear." He stammered, shaking slightly.
Anthony smirked. "I know you're lying." He continued calmly. "You want to know why I know you're lying? Because I was just told that someone reported me for child abuse. The only person who could've had any notion that I was punishing you was that man you were talking to when you got out yesterday. So who was he?" He growled, his voice continually calm until his last question. His voice then rose into a scream as he clenched his fist.
Tony shrunk, trying to disappear. "Please!" He cried, trying not anger his father any more than he already was. "I don't know who he was! I wasn't trying to get you in trouble! Please don't hurt me!" He begged, the tears starting to flow from his eyes.
Anthony smirked. "You are a liar. You shouldn't even be called my son. You aren't my son, just some wimp left for me to watch." He turned on his heel and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Toy sat in the corner, trembling, but thankful that no physical harm was actually done. He was scared that it would just be worse next time, but he tried not to dwell on that thought as he quickly fell asleep, still huddle in the corner, praying for a savior.
Gibbs practically ran into the office the next morning to call a judge for a search warrant. He had beat Franks into work and waited impatiently for a few minutes before dialing numbers. By the time Franks walked in, Gibbs was fidgeting and pacing back and forth.
Mike sat down and looked over at him. "Would you sit still Probie!" He snapped. "What are fidgeting about anyways."
Before Gibbs could reply, an agent from legal walked over and handed him a paper. "Here ya go, Gibbs. Just came in."
As the agent walked away, Gibbs jumped up and started towards the director's office. "It's our ticket Franks!" He called, running up the stairs.
Mike stood up and followed him as quickly a he could. He walked into the director's office right as Gibbs was handing him the warrant.
"Director, this is a search warrant for Anthony DiNozzo's house for evidence of laundering money into the navy. We can leave now Director and get him!" Gibbs said, practically prancing in eagerness. He was tired of waiting and he wanted to get the monster. He knew that when he saw Tony, a silent promise was passed. It was a promise of a savior and of a rescue. He knew that the kid saw it, but he hated that it has taken this long to come to terms and actually rescue him.
After a minute of reviewing the warrant, which felt like hours to Gibbs, Morrow looked up at him and nodded. "Let's go."
Mike headed out of the office with Gibbs on his heals. "Grab your gear, Probie." He called as he headed to the garage.
The director and the two agents drove up to the house and walked up to the door. They held their hands above their guns while the director knocked on the door.
"NCIS! Anthony DiNozzo! We have a warrant to search your house! Open up!" Morrow shouted. He heard a slight scuffle and motioned for Mike and Gibbs to surround the house.
At the Director's command, the three men stormed into the house, looking for DiNozzo. After clearing the entrance, Morrow took the rest of the first floor, Mike took upstairs, and Gibbs ran into the basement. He threw the lights on and quickly looked around. He saw nobody, but heard a tiny whimper. Gibbs ran to the far wall and saw a door hidden in the corner.
He opened the door and looked in, gasping at the sight. Inside was a small blanket and a tiny plate sitting in the corner. The only light source was a dimly lit light bulb hanging low by a single wire. The long shadows casts made it hard for Gibbs to pinpoint where the whimpering was coming from, but he finally found the corner where a scared little boy was curled up and pressed as far back against the wall as he could get. Gibbs holstered his gun and knelt down on the floor. He crawled over to the boy who tried to shrink back even farther. He suppressed his anger against DiNozzo and had to stop himself from scooping the boy up and running away with him. He knew that to keep Tony calm, he ha to stay calm, quiet, and move as little as possible.
Gibbs reached a hand out and let it hang in the space between the two. "Tony." He whispered, trying not to scare the boy. "It's Jethro. I'm here to save you."
Tony whimpered again, but his eyes adjusted to the light and saw who was kneeling in front of him. When the door first opened, he thought it was his father, but then the finite kneeled down and crawled over. He wasn't sure who it was, but then he heard the voice whisper to him. "Tony. It's Jethro. I'm here to save you."
He whimpered again, but not out of fear this time. He was relieved that the man with kind eyes was here. He pushed himself towards the man and held onto him, sobbing as he was picked up.
Gibbs held tight to Tony, who was crying into his shoulder. Gibbs tightened his grip and stood up, taking Tony with him. "Come on, let's get out of here." He whispered into the boy's hair. Tony nodded, still crying in relief. He carried Tony out of his prison, freeing the boy at last.
He's free! Yay! Thanks for reading and remember to review!