Tony strolled through the door at ten o'clock the next morning. He was wearing the same suit he was wearing yesterday although now it was extremely wrinkled and he had a large smile on his face that was very telling. It was obvious he'd had a very good evening and from the bags under his eyes it was obvious that it had lasted all night He closed the door as quietly as he could and began to climb the stairs, hoping to shower and changed before the team saw him.
"Nice night DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked from behind him.
Tony winced at being caught, he pivoted on the spot and looked down at Gibbs standing at the bottom of the staircase, "Wasn't bad," He answered.
"Good, now put some more suitable clothes and get back down here, you have a lot of work to do today."
"On it Boss," He replied with a nod. He turned back and continued up the stairs.
Anthony flipped open his cell phone and pressed speed dial.
"Hello?" The voice answered.
"It's me," Anthony replied, keeping an eye out for Gibbs. He'd waited ages for the agent to leave the room and he wasn't going to wast the little alone time her had, "I don't have much time," He spoke quietly so not to elicit attention.
"What do you want?"
"Have the container's been loaded onto the ship?" He asked.
There was a pause before the voice answered, "Yes."
"Good, it's mine now, I don't care about any money and don't think you can blackmail me. That ship is not going anywhere. The captain won't set sail until I tell him to."
"I wouldn't do this if I were you," The voice warned.
"Too late, I already have."
"What are you going to with it all?"
"There are a lot of people in the good ol' US of A that will be equally glad to give them what I now have."
"You do this, and there will be consequences,"
There was something in their voice that made Anthony shiver. He pushed all the bad thoughts away, "I'm not scared of you," Anthony said before snapping the phone shut.
Gibbs entered the room the team were using to work in. A couple of computers had been set up in the small room a long with a couple of phones and an LCD screen just like the sqaud room at NCIS headquarters. McGee was hunched over a computer as he spoke to Abby via the webcam whilst Ziva sat on a chair with her cell phone glued to her ear. From the annoyed look on her face Gibbs guess she had been put on hold.
"McGee!" Gibbs barked.
McGee's head snapped up,. "Going through the phone records boss, nothing unusual. Phone calls between Anthony DiNozzo Sr and Alistair Fields were pretty occasional, most co-incide with meetings that took place between the two, then about a month ago the calls increased."
"What about in the last week?"
"They've practically stopped," McGee answered with a shake of his head.
Gibbs nodded and then turned to Ziva. She knew he wasn't going to ask nicely. Ziva amended that thought. She knew he wasn't going to ask at all,. "Trying to get records of every building Alistair Fields and his company own, I'm hoping the weapons will have been stored in one of them."
"Unless they've been moved already, Do we know when today they're supposed to be shipped out?"
Gibbs shook his head, "Anthony said he was supplying the ship but wasn't in control of what happens to it."
"Do we believe him?" Ziva asked.
"He has no reason to lie. If he was in control he could just stop the ship from leaving port and hand everything over to us."
"I've been trying to hack into Alistair Fields computer but it's sophisticated stuff and I'm drowning in evidence down here," Abby said from the computer screen.
"Keep trying Abs," Gibbs said.
Ziva's contact returned and Ziva continued the conversation, "Thank you," She put the phone down and turned back to Gibbs and McGee, "Alistair Fields has a warehouse just outside the city which has been empty for years. My contact said there has been a lot of activity there recently."
"Let's go then."
"Shall I go get Tony?" McGee asked.
Gibbs smiled "I don't think he got a lot of sleep last night. He's probably crashed out on his bed. We can manage perfectly without him," McGee nodded and began to fix his gun to his belt as he followed Gibbs and Ziva out of the house.
Tony was sleeping peacefully, after climbing the stairs he'd jumped into the shower and then changed into a snug pair of jeans and a t-shirt. If he was going to spend the day at a computer then he was going to wear something comfortable. The bed had looked so tempting considering how exhausted he was. He didn't think Gibbs would have minded if he had a little nap, he would be no use if he was too tired to work. A quick nap had instantly turned into a deep sleep. He was so far gone that he didn't hear his door open and footsteps approach the bed. His eyes snapped open as a hand went over his mouth. Tony struggled but hands were holding him down. His hands and feet were tied with tape and he was pulled to his feet.
"Guys, can we do this after I've slept for at least another eight hours?" Tony joked. He was rewarded with a punch to the face. In his dazed state he was easily dragged down the stairs and out the front door where a indistinct white van waited. He was thrown into the back and Tony winced as his he landed on his shoulder. A second later a second body was thrown into the back. Tony looked up to see his father's face staring back at him in fear.
A masked man crouched down in the back of the van and spoke to the pair, "You were warned," He said before climbing in the front. The door to the van was slammed shut sending the pair into darkness. The last thing Tony remembered was the engine starting before the acceleration threw him into the wall of the van. He slumped down unconscious, unaware of his father calling his name.