Author's Note:

Please don't hurt me, I know it's been a while. I recently was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, which causes chronic pain and fatigue. I am on meds now, and of course I still have to work. Just took a while to adjust to. I'm back now, and will hopefully be updating more often :) Thank-you to all those who are still reviewing and alerting on this story even though It hasn't been updated in a while. Hope I don't disappoint.

Chapter Eight

The car ride to the Navy yard was silent save for Gibbs calling McGee to meet us. Gibbs switch from the teasing easy-going, dare I say loving man to gruff gunnery sergeant take no prisoners marine mode was almost frightening. I was still trying to control my heart rate and breathing from our almost encounter, and he had ice in his veins. Maybe it was just coffee. I mentally head-slapped myself and tried to focus on the reason we were driving like a bat out of hell towards headquarters.

Danny Weston, who never had a chance. Who had been beaten to death trying to protect his baby sister. Who would have been me if at twelve I hadn't been sent away. I knew in my heart sooner or later my father would have went too far. One extra crack of the belt, or one more back hand and I would have been on somebody's autopsy table. I can remember waking up in my bedroom after blacking out, my father's personal physician standing over me telling me how lucky I was after falling down the stairs, or tripped and hit my head. Excuses all made by dear old dad. Now my gut was telling me he was involved again, with another little boy. I didn't know how or why, but it was obvious Robert Weston had contacted him, and he hadn't contacted us.

"Tony, you okay?" I realized we were sitting in the parking lot, and Gibbs had a concerned look in his eyes. He must have been trying to get my attention for a while.

"Yea boss, let's go."

Gibbs POV

I looked over at Tony after calling in McGee, normally he would be talking and animated, but this case was different. It was hitting too close to home. I was still reeling from all he had shared with me tonight, I didn't know how he had managed to become the man he was today. I also knew I wanted him with me, I wanted to protect him from all this, but I knew that was impossible. This was something that Tony and I would work through together. I would be there with him every step of the way.

I knew in my gut his father was involved. He hadn't reported the call from Weston. Since the line was tapped it didn't really matter. The call had come in from a disposable phone, the conversation hadn't been long enough to get a trace, but the conversation itself had been taped perfectly. Whatever had been caught on that tape was the main reason we were here now. I pulled into the lot and turned off the engine.

"Let's go Tony." I said unstrapping my safety belt. When I heard no movement from him I turned in my seat. He was still staring out the window lost in thought.

"Tony, you okay?" He turned his eyes to me and I knew it was a lie before he said it.

"Yeah boss, let's go."

Tony POV

We only had to wait five minutes for McGee to arrive, but it felt like hours,

""Bout' time Probie." I said as he almost ran off the elevator.

"I was asleep Tony, I had to get dressed." He said dropping his backpack and giving me that oh so dangerous probie glare.

"Couldn't have you coming in your elf- lord jammies I guess." I felt a swift tap to the back of my head at this point, and knew I was starting to cross the line.

"Sorry boss." I said rubbing the back of my head.

"The conversation should already be uploaded on your computer McGee." After a few seconds of furious tapping he had it.

"Got it boss, want me to go on and play it?"

"What do ya' think McGee." Gibbs said rolling his eyes. A few more clicks of the keys, and my father's maid was answering the phone.

"DiNozzo residence."

"I need to speak to Mr. DiNozzo, tell him this is Robert."

"One moment." It seemed only a second went by before my father's voice came on the line.

"I told you never to call me here." He hissed. "I've made all the provisions for you to be taken care of. I told you I would contact you when all this has blown over."

"The pictures Domminick, have you destroyed them?" Weston sounded almost desperate.

"Your starting to become paranoid Robert, why on earth would I destroy them? Money is still coming in ..."

"For god's sake Dominick this could bring us all down, they would know what we've been doing all these years it would connect all of us, especially you."

"You're the reason for this mess Robert, you and your carelessness. How could you kill your cash cow?"

"Don't turn this around on me, you've got your on history to worry about. Besides little bastard had it coming. Trying to tell me how to treat my own property."

"Yes well, my so called history carries a badge now, I have this covered I told you, the little shit is still scared to death of me. Just stick to the story of self-defense, we can make this work if you'll do as I say. I'll call NCIS tomorrow and tell them your willing to turn yourself in and..."

""What! No way, no way." with that said Weston ended the call.

I sat motionless in my chair. I felt the blood draining out of my face, and my hands began to shake. What the hell had my father been doing?

"He called him a cash cow, not a boy, not even a human being, a cash cow. What are these bastards doing." I looked up at Gibbs and his face was unreadable.

"We need a warrant." he said through clenched teeth. "We have to search his house and find out whatever Weston was talking about, somehow he's involved in all this."

"I know." I barely whispered. I felt a hand on my shoulder and knew it was McGee. He had my six.

"I can't let you go Tony." My head whipped up as I stared up at Gibbs.

"What?"

"Tony, I can't, it would be a conflict of interest- he's your father, if he's involved you can't participate in the search or interrogation. It could compromise the whole case." I knew he was right, but right then all I wanted to do was go to my fathers house and tear it apart. Tear him apart. I knew I couldn't do that, not right now at least.

"I'll stay here, call Abby, we'll need her when you bring the evidence in. I'll be okay boss." Gibbs didn't move till I looked up. His eyes said it all, I'm here I'm not going any where, we'll get through.

"I need to call the director, get that warrant before senior decides to burn whatever evidence he's got."

"He's got a lot of computers boss, whatever it is, whatever he has, it's documented. If he's making money on something then he'll have some sort of record of it. It may be hidden, but it will be there."

"How do you know?" He asked.

"Gut feeling."

I waited until Gibbs and McGee had left to go serve the warrant on my father, until finally I was alone. My father's words going round and round in my head. The little shit's still scared of me. I calmly walked into the men's room and threw up.

TBC...

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