Grinning as he watched the lead NCIS agent exit the hospital, Garcia started the car engine as he laughed, "I told you, Marcus, all we had to do was set the trap with the right bait in order to catch a rat."
Frowning as he watched the NCIS senior agent climb into his car and drive away, Marcus glanced at his own boss as he timidly asked, "But how do you know he's going to lead us to DiNozzo?"
"Because that's DiNozzo's kid laying in that hospital." the hit man laughed as he pulled out into the traffic to follow.
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Pulling the phone out of his pocket as he steered around a slower moving car, Gibbs stabbed one of the speed buttons, waiting for just a few seconds before he heard Kate answer the phone. He barely gave Kate enough time to speak before he ordered, "Kate, tell McGee to get to Bethesda. I want him guarding DiNozzo, tell him I don't want DiNozzo out of his sight. Then I want you to find everything you can find on Tony's father."
"Tony's father?"
"Yes, Todd, Dinozzo's father, I want to know everything about him, including his business deals."
"Will do, Gibbs." He heard the confusion in Kate's voice.
"Also I want to know everything there is to know about Tullio Casini and any hits he may have put out on Tony or his father."
"Casini, isn't he the mob boss?"
"No Kate, he's the local grocery bag boy at the supermarket!" Gibbs growled, "Yes, he's the mob boss of the Casini family and I want to know what the Hell is his connection to DiNozzo's father and I want to know everything as soon as I get back."
"Where are you going, boss?" Kate asked softly.
"I'm going to bring DiNozzo's father in for questioning." Gibbs answered before he stabbed the disconnect button and threw the phone onto the passenger seat beside him. Glancing into the rear vision mirror, he frowned as he spotted the old brown dodge, a few cars behind him. He had noticed the same car shortly after he had left Bethesda. Keeping his eye on the car in his rear vision mirror, he quickly changed lanes and turned the corner, before driving randomly around for a few minutes until he had satisfied himself that the car had not been tailing him. Shaking his head, he headed to DiNozzo's apartment, confident he would find DiNozzo's father there.
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Humming as he poured himself a drink and picked up the bag of nuts he had found in the pantry, Senior wandered across to the television and turned it on, Senior sat down on the sofa and stretched out his legs as he prepared to watch the midday movie, an old classic, Citizen Kane. A small impatient groan escaped his lips as the beginning of the movie was interrupted by a news flash and he lifted the glass to take a sip as a young female reporter appeared on the screen.
"An NCIS agent was involved in a hit and run accident earlier today. Witnesses have told us that the agent crossing the road outside the NCIS headquarters when he was hit. The car sped off without stopping and was later located, abandoned."
Pausing with the glass almost to his lips, Senior stared at the television, his heart beating fast, as the reporter continued her report in front a photo of the NCIS headquarter building, "The NCIS agent, identified as Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, has been rushed to Bethesda Naval Hospital. His condition is unknown. More to come…
Putting down the drink, Senior rose from the sofa before he hurried into the bedroom and picked up his overnight bag from the corner of the room and placed it on the bed and opened it. He turned and began to hastily grab the clothes he had unpacked the night before and shoved them into the bag and zipping it closed again. Kneeling down, he reached under the bed and pulled the two heavy suitcases out before climbing back to his feet and placing both bags onto the bed. Opening each suitcase up, he nodded, reassured the suitcases had not been discovered and their contents were undisturbed before he slammed them closed and hastily picked up the overnight bag, slinging it over his shoulder before he picked up the two suitcases and hurried towards the front door. Placing one of the suitcases down on the floor, he opened the door and quickly pulled it open before he froze in surprise as he stared at the man standing there.
"Going somewhere?" Gibbs asked as he looked down at the two suitcases before looking back up at Senior.
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"Hey, Tony, how are you?" Tim asked timidly as he entered Tony's hospital room and walked across to the side of the bed.
"I feel like Apollo Creed after he went a few rounds for the championship with Rocky." Tony forced a small smile that morphed into a pain filled grimace as he tried to sit a little higher in the bed.
"I'm not surprised, from the way Gibbs described what happen, you're lucky you weren't killed." Tim frowned as he studied his friend closely, Tony looked more like he had gone through several rounds with Mohammad Ali than with Apollo Creed or even Sylvester Stallone's lead character in the movie, Rocky. "You know, Tony, you really gave Gibbs a fright. He's ordered that we guard you around the clock until we find whoever is responsible for hitting you."
"And you got the first shift?"
McGee nodded and smiled, "Not that I mind."
"Where is Gibbs, anyway?" Tony asked as he looked past Tim at the door, half expecting it to open any moment and for his boss to walk in.
"He's tearing the city apart trying to find who is responsible. I think he believes what happened today might have something to do with your father." Tim frowned when he saw look of fear flicker across Tony's face. "It does, doesn't it, Tony?" He asked hesitantly.
"What does, Probie?' Tony asked, feigning innocence.
"What happened today had something to do with your father." Tim repeated softly as he saw Tony flinch at the words and look away. "Whatever is going on Tony, you can tell me."
"My father's in town, McGee," Tony laughed sadly and shook his head before he quietly admitted, "I didn't even know until I saw him yesterday when we were at the crime scene and then when I got home, he was there, waiting for me. He was scared and he's in trouble, I have never seen him so frightened, he had nowhere else to turn and he came to me for help."
"Help, why?"
"He told me he had been involved in a business deal with the mob boss, Tullio Casini." Tony shook his head as he gave a small bitter laugh, groaning as the small movement aggravated his headache, "He claims the business deal's legit."
"What happened?" Tim asked softly.
"Apparently he convinced Casino to give him one million dollars to deposit into a bank account that my father had set up for him under a false company name on Cayman Islands." McGee's opened wide and he let out a soft whistle as Tony continued, "But while my father had the money that was hidden in two suitcases hidden in his hotel room he met a girl in the bar and after a couple of drinks they went back to his room. He said he must have passed out because when he woke up the girl was gone…and so was the money…" Tony closed his eyes, the light was hurting his eyes and his headache made him feel nauseous. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to re-open his eyes as he looked back at McGee and admitted, "Then when I went to bed last night, I found the two suitcases that my father had hidden under my bed, so I pulled them out and looked in them, I found the million dollars that he claimed was stolen from him from that hotel room."
"Tony, you really should tell Gibbs."
"Tell Gibbs what, Probie? Should I tell Gibbs my father is back in town and oh, by the way Boss, I think he may be trying to steal a million dollars from the mob." Tony sighed and shook his head, "I can't tell Gibbs or anyone about the money, not yet, and you can't either, not until I know just what my father has gotten himself into and why he is trying to steal from the mob." Struggling to sit up as he spoke, Tony wrapped his arm protectively around his painful broken rips as he tossed the sheet off his legs before he swung his leg over the edge of the bed and then carefully slid his newly plastered leg over the edge. Easing himself off the bed to stand shakily on his feet, he forced a small smile as Tim jumped up and grabbed him, preventing him from toppling to the floor. "That's why I am going to need your help, Tim," Tony grimaced as he tried to regain his balance, "to get me out of here."