Author's note: hey everyone, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while but my muse took a little holiday. It came back though and I've written this slightly longer chapter to make up for you all having to wait. Hope you enjoy!!

"What have you got?" Gibbs questioned as he approached the bullpen.

"Not a lot boss, this guy's hard to pin down," McGee replied, knowing that Gibbs wasn't going to like his answer.

"Tell me what you know."

"He has no family that we are aware of, his parents died in a car accident and you know what happened to his brother. He has no other siblings and no other relatives that I can find," Ziva said, looking over at McGee to carry on.

"He had a few visitors in prison that we're trying to track down, I've got a hold of addresses for three of them but the others I'm still trying to find. There's no record of where he's staying, and he doesn't appear to have a car or any other property that we know of. He sold his house and car when he was sent down, and when he got out he rented an apartment for a year, and then when the lease was up he left and I haven't been able to find any records of where he's staying now."

"He's had along time to plan this, he's covering his tracks. We need to talk to the people he had contact with in prison, give me those addresses McGee and carry on looking for the others, Ziva with me," Gibbs said grabbing the print out and heading for the elevator.

"Gibbs," the agent answered as he phone rang.

"I've got the other addresses boss, do you want them?" McGee asked, noticing that his boss had answered gruffly.

"Yeah McGee we'll check them out, I don't know what good it will do though, the others were a dead end."

McGee relayed the information and Gibbs headed in the direction of the first address, hoping that they'd have better luck. That turned out to be a waste of time as well and Gibbs was considering not going to the final house, only the thought of Tony spurred him on.

He and Ziva arrived at the house and knocked on the door praying that they'd get some answers.

"How may I help you?" an older lady asked as she opened the door.

"I'm special agent Gibbs and this is officer David from NCIS, we were wondering if we could speak to a Mr Donald Green."

"I'm afraid he doesn't live here anymore, he died a few months ago," the lady answered, her eyes clouding over in remembrance.

"I see, well I'm sorry for your loss, we'll be on our way," Gibbs replied, not believing that of all the people they needed to speak to none of them could be found.

"What was it you needed from him?"

"We wanted to ask him a few question about a man named George Carrington," Ziva said, turning back to face the woman.

"George, what's he done this time?"

"You know him?" Gibbs asked, hoping that this woman could give them a lead.

"Yes, he an my Donald were like brothers, he was round here more than he was at his own house, his little brother tagged along too."

"Would it be possible for us to ask you a few questions Mrs Green?"

"Of course, come in."

They went through the door and were led into the living room, sitting down on the couch while Mrs Green sat on a chair opposite.

"So what has he done?"

"We think he may be involved with the kidnapping of an NCIS agent," Gibbs explained, not wanting to go into too much detail.

"Kidnapping, oh my."

"We have him back now, but we don't have the people responsible. Mr Carrington's DNA was found at the crime scene."

"I wouldn't be surprised that George was in trouble, he was such a sweet boy but something happened, and he dragged his little brother with him. Luckily my Donald kept his distance or he would have ended up in prison too."

"We have records that show your son went to visit Mr Carrington a number of times," Ziva informed Mrs Green.

"Yes, they kept in touch but Donald refused to be involved in anything bad, he did mention to me something about George planning something for when he got out of prison, but my Donald said no when he was asked to help. It must have been to do with your kidnapping."

"Do you know anything that may help us Mrs Green?" Gibbs asked, wishing that her son were still alive so he could help them.

"I'm afraid I don't know a thing, Donald only told me that George was planning something, he didn't say what and I haven't seen George in years."

"Ok, thank you for your time Mrs Green, if you think of anything, anything that you think might help us please call me," Gibbs said as he handed the woman his card.

"I will, I only wish I knew more."

"I cannot believe that we have no further information than we had when we left!" Ziva exclaimed as her and Gibbs walked back into the bullpen.

"No luck?" McGee asked, getting a glare from Ziva and Gibbs in return. "I'll take that as a no."

"Did you find out anything else McGee?" Gibbs asked, approaching his desk.

"No boss, sorry."

"Don't apologise McGee, it's a sign of weakness!"

McGee opened his mouth to say sorry again but shut it before it came out, returning his eyes to his computer. Gibbs went over to his desk and powered his computer up, wanting to check his emails and do a few searches of his own. As he opened his email he saw that he had a new message, titled 'How does it feel,' thinking it was probably junk but curious Gibbs clicked on it and was glad he had.

How does it feel Jethro to have your agent back, did you miss him or didn't you even realise he was gone. I bet you were shocked when he turned up on your doorstep, I must admit it was fun to watch, not that I was close enough to see your reaction up close. How is he by the way, still having hallucinations, or has that drug left his system? Well I must go, but just to say, enjoy it while he's with you, because soon I'll have him back, and I don't think I'll be returning him in one piece again!

Your old friend George Carrington

"McGee, I need you to find out where this email came from," Gibbs said after he'd read the message through a couple of times.

"Email boss?" McGee asked, getting up.

"From George Carrington!"

"What!" Ziva cried, not believing that the man had gotten in touch.

"I want him!" Gibbs exclaimed, standing up and moving towards the elevator. "You have answers for me when I get back McGee, get Abby to help you if you have to."

"On it boss," McGee replied, reading the email himself before he went to track it. "Oh god!"

"What?" Ziva asked, already coming over.

McGee pointed to the email and his teammate read it over, her face getting angrier by the minute.

"When we find him, I will kill him!" Ziva exclaimed, her hands clenched into fists.

"I think Gibbs might beat you to it," McGee replied, glad he wasn't on his partners bad side.

"I remember it like it was yesterday, that trip was amazing even though I spent most of it in hospital, I was just like you back then, I hated hospitals, just wanted to leave…"

Gibbs smiled as he approached Tony's door, knowing that he was probably hoping for rescue, Ducky's stories could do that to someone. He nodded to the guard and showed him his ID, opening the door without knocking and interrupting Ducky mid sentence.

"Boss!" Tony exclaimed, happy to see someone else. He knew that if he had to listen to Ducky for much longer he would likely kill him.

"Hey Tony, how are you feeling?"

"Ok, I guess."

"What about you Duck?"

"I'm doing fine, I was just telling young Anthony about the time I got injured in Thailand, I…."

"Maybe you should take a break and get yourself something to eat Duck," Gibbs suggested, cutting his friend off mid sentence.

"Yes, I am getting a little peckish, haven't eaten for a while, I'll do that now."

"See you later Ducky," Tony said, please that his boss had saved him from the ME.

"Goodbye Anthony."

"Thanks boss," Tony said after Ducky had left.

"Anytime, I know how Ducky can go on sometimes."

"Sometimes, I was ready to kill him!"

Gibbs laughed, pleased that there was a bit more colour in his agents cheeks.

"Did you find something?" Tony asked, thinking that would be the reason his boss had come.

"No we haven't yet, but we will, it might take a little time though," Gibbs replied not wanting to tell Tony about the email.

"Then why are you here?"

"I needed a break from the office."

"Oh, are you going back soon," Tony replied, his voice quiet.

"No I'll stay for a while, if that's ok?"

"You don't have to!"

"I want to Tony," Gibbs said, not understanding why Tony was acting differently.

"Ok."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing!"

"Come on Tony, you're acting strangely, and you're quiet, that's not like you!" Gibbs exclaimed, his voice coming out a little harsh.

Tony knew deep down that there was something wrong with him, that he shouldn't be feeling the way that he was, but he couldn't quite grasp why and he couldn't stop himself from sounding so weak and pathetic. He also couldn't stop the tears that began to slowly track their way down his cheeks. He rolled over onto his side away from Gibbs, not wanting to see him acting so vulnerable.

"Tony, what's wrong?" Gibbs asked, cursing himself silently for the way he'd just spoken.

"I'm sorry," Tony said through his tears.

"Sshhh Tony, it's ok," Gibbs said, rubbing circles on his agent back in order to sooth him. "I'm sorry I snapped, but it's been along day. It's not your fault, ok."

"I'm… pathetic, I'm… sorry!"

"No Tony, you're not," Gibbs replied, going around to the other side of the bad so he was facing Tony.

"I am."

"Look at me, Tony," Gibbs said, putting his fingers underneath his agents chin and bringing his head up slowly. "None of this is your fault, and you have the right to cry, the right to feel sorry for yourself. You are not pathetic, and you shouldn't be sorry."

"Ok," Tony replied after a few minutes, a slight smile showing through his tears.

Gibbs ran his hand through Tony's hair in an affectionate manner, calming his agent down and finally sending him to sleep.