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"Family"

Chapter 20

From Ch. 19.

Tony felt his heart skip a beat and had to use all his strength to not lose control. ''Name?" he choked.

Simmons looked at him and whispered, ''Mick Faulks.''

''Gibbs?" Vance whispered as he saw Tony paling and staring at Simmons. His face blank as white as the snow. The director turned just in time to see Gibbs leaving the Observation room and spotted Abby in the hall out of the room too.

He turned to the mirror-glass and saw Gibbs entering the Interrogation and stopping next to Tony.

Tony didn't notice when Gibbs entered the room. Only when the older man squeezed his shoulder, he turned and looked at him with a lost look. ''Boss, I...''

''I'll take it,'' Gibbs reassured him as he glared at Simmoms.

''Address?" the former Marine calmly said.

Simmons didn't understand what was going on, why Tony was so upset and who was the man in front of him. ''I said: address. I won't ask it again,'' Gibbs repeated leaning towards the drugs dealer.

Simmons swallowed hard and whispered, ''1653 W 156th Street,'' then he turned to Tony and asked, ''What's going on? Tony?''

DiNozzo didn't answer him. He just stood up and exited the room followed by Gibbs.

In the hall they met Abby and Vance. The woman hugged Tony tightly and he soflty smiled.

The NCIS Director told them that a car was waiting for them, Ziva and McGee.

In that moment the other two agents reached them and they were about to go to parking lot when the paramedics wheeled the gurney with Sam Pratt on, out of the other Interrogation room.

''Stop!" ordered Tony. He wanted to see the man that had kidnapped his son and killed his wife. He need to see Pratt and confront him.

''Sir, he's barely conscious and...'' one of the paramedics tried to say, but Tony raised one finger and shutted him up.

He leaned towards Pratt and hissed, ''The name of your buyer,''

''Who 're ya?" slurred the man, confused.

''The name of your buyer,'' Tony repeated getting closer to him.

''Mick Faulks,''

''Address.''

''I... I...'' Sam stuttered and looked away from Tony. Unfortunately his gaze landed on Ziva and McGee that were just behind DiNozzo. She soflty grinned and Sam's heart skipped a bit.

''Answer him,'' Gibbs roared sotto voce.

''1653 W 156th Street.''

''Pray God that Michael's still there, safe and sound or you'll have to deal with me,'' Tony hissed.

None of his friend has never seen such anger, violence and determination in Tony's eyes. He scared them.

''And me,'' said McGee.

''And me,'' added Ziva, playing with her knife.

''And me,'' concluded Gibbs piercing Pratt with one of his worst glares.

''And when they'll be done with you. I'll dispose of your body without leaving any evidence,'' Abby added as she stopped next to Gibbs.

Pratt started hyperventalating and his hearbeat was all over the place. ''Sir, we need to bring him to the hospital stat,'' the paramedic said.

Tony didn't listened to the man and said, ''Morgan's dead. You killed her.''

He locked his eyes to Sam's for a brief moment and the kidnappers panted, ''Who 're ya?''

''Michael's dad and Morgan's husband.''

Pratt's eyes widened and he whished to die and cursed his himself for his greed.

Tony straightened up and ordered, ''Let's go!"

Abby and Vance looked at the four people that were walking away from them.

My family. Abby thought as she softly smiled and felt tears wetting her eyes.

Tony and Gibbs side by side, with McGee and Ziva just behind them. Their walk showed self-confidence, determination, strength, courage, loyalty, competence, partnership, friendship, love and family.

That's a team! They're MY people and I want them back... I want my best team back! Vance proudly thought.

Mick Faulks was nervous. His buyer, Burt Forbes, had called and said that he would arrive in about an hour, so now Mick had to prepare the transport. His anonymous white van with dark glasses was in the garage, clean and ready to take the children to a private airport not far from his house.

As usual a private plane was waiting for them and ready to leave as soon as all the children were on board and hidden in a special secret compartment in the back of the plane.

I need, Mark. He thought as he was loading some old, dirty toys in the van. That little bastard's become a bit too brave, but I need him to keep all those children calm and silent. Five children... it's the largest delivery I've ever done. This is the last one... after today I'll retire and enjoy my money.

He walked back into the house and went straight to the basement.

What I should do with Mark? He's too old to be selled and he's seen too many things. I like him, but I can't take any risk... I guess, I've got to get rid of him. He sighed.

I'm just wondering how?... I could give him enough sleeping pills to kill him and then bury his body in the desert... or... or I could ask Forbes to throw him out of the plane when they'll be over the mountains or a lake... yeah! That's a good idea!

He opened the basement door and started descending the stairs.

I like that kid, but I can't risk he escapes and go to police. I need to... what the hell?! What's going on?

He listened for a few seconds and was shocked by the noises that were coming from the room were he had put the children.

They're singing!

Several minutes before Mark had found the perfect way to keep the children calm and distract them from the hell they were living. So now they were all giggling and singing ''Old McDonald Had A Farm'' and making the animals noises.

Mark was singing...

''Old McDonald had a farm

Eee - eye - eee - eye - o

And his farm had a dog

Eee- eye - eee - eye - o

With a... Michael!'' He called

''Woof - woof here'' the little boy sang making the other children laugh.

''Good!" smiled Mark as he kept singing ''And a...'' he looked at Michael again and winked.

''Woof - woof there.'' Tony's son added.

Suddenly the door slammed open and Mick bursted into the room scaring all of them and stopping any smile. ''What are you doing, idiot?!" he barked as he violently dragged Mark up. ''Neighbors can hear you!"

''I'm... I-I'm sorry... I was trying to keep...'' Mark tried to say as he saw the children retreating against the farther wall. They were clearly terrified.

''I don't care what you were doing! Shut up and follow me!" Mick threw Mark out of the room. Before closing the door he turned and said, ''Do not make a sound or I'll kill you."

The room went dark except for a ray of sun through the small dirty window near the ceiling.

''Yous sure your daddys coming?'' Peter asked.

''Yes,'' Michael firmly said. Please, daddy! Come soon... I... Is scared and I wants to go home... Daddy, come!

Mark and Mick were in the kitchen when they heard a car stopping in front of the house.

''Is it Burt?'' Mick asked while he was melting bunches of sleeping pills in a glass of milk, unseen by Mark.

The young boy looked out of the window and answered, ''Yes, it's him.''

''Here. Drink some milk. You must be starving after all of those hours in the basement,'' Mick smiled as he gave Mark the glass.

Mark took the glass and drank some, but the milk tested funny. He stopped drinking. ''Drink it,'' the man smiled again.

''I drank enough. I'm good,'' Mark said as he put the glass on the table. Suddenly he felt sleepy and dizzy. ''What did you put in the milk?'' he asked as he fell on his knees.

Mick leaned towards him and maliciously said, ''I think you'll take a veeeeery long nap, my little stupid bastard.''

Mark looked at him through bleary eyes and collapsed on the floor. He felt so tired and helpless, but he had the strength to look at Mick and grin.

Then all went dark and Mark faint, but not before hearing a strong knock on the main door.

TBC

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