Dominic watched the silver haired man interact with Anthony. The boy was actually laughing at something the old man said. The little miscreant didn't deserve to be happy after the hell he had caused his family. And who was that tall slim lady with them? Was she a co-worker, perhaps? Anthony seemed to relish her attention much like he did with that Gibbs fellow. Dominic decided he would have to have more information about her before he made his move. She could possibly pose a threat to him, and one needed all the information one could get about enemies.
Gibbs gut told him to tread carefully. Something was very wrong. Keeping an eye on Tony became his life's mission. When he got a chance to tip Emma off he did so discreetly, not wanting to alarm his son. Tony seemed to be enjoying himself at the street fair, no need to ruin that. It was entirely likely that he'd never been able to do something like this before. His parents would have most likely thought it a waste of time, theirs and his, to attempt something so bumpkin and juvenile, despite the simple fact that their son would have enjoyed just about anything as long as he had his family to share it with.
"He seems happy, yes?"
"Extremely. I haven't seen him like this in a while."
"Reminds me of another young man in need of something he was too terrified to ask for."
Gibbs smirked. Emma had taken a grief filled man and turned him into a socially acceptable mess of a man. He had her to thank for giving him his life back. He had her to thank for giving him insight into Tony's psyche that he would have never had without her. Emma was amazing, he hoped she knew that.
"Lucky for me you came along and showed me I could stand back up again."
"Now if I can only do that for young Tony. Heaven knows the boy needs someone to help him back up. Those animals he calls parents certainly did nothing to help the matter. You know, Jethro, I've been doing this for too many years, but it still surprises me how cruel one can be to one's own family."
"Dad! Get off! Let me go! Daaad!"
Gibbs heard nothing but the panic-stricken screams of his son. Where were the plain clothes cops that were supposed to be watching them? And why had he let Tony get out of his sight?
Taking off in the direction of his son's latest screams, Gibbs found Tony's wallet and ID strewn about the street. A large, black Lincoln SUV was speeding away going North. Gibbs heart sank. His son was gone again. And this time it was his fault. He should not have let the kid get away from him. What had he been thinking?
"McGee."
"McGee, have Abby track Tony's phone. He was just taken again. Hurry!"
An hour later, five NCIS teams were assigned to the case. Several people took vacation days to work other angles. Tony was well liked by his co-workers, they wanted him back.
After hours of searching and finding nothing, Ducky finally convinced McGee, Kate, and Abby to call it a night and get some rest. He had no such luck with Jethro, though. He had not expected to do so. The man's son was missing, sleep was the last thing on his mind. Instead, he settled into a chair beside his best friends desk and simply sat, offering as much comfort as the other man would take.
Thanks so much for the continued support for this story. I am still amazed that people actually want to read something I wrote! Wow! I'm thinking that after this is finished, I might write something from CSI:NY. The Mac/Danny relationship is something I would really like to explore. Let me know what you think on this matter. Also I thought about incorporating some form a discipline into some of my Fics, I just don't know how well that would be received. Tell me what you think.