He ran into Abby on his way back to the squad room and was informed that McGee's hunch was correct. Walid had the unexploded bomb residue all over his hands. Walid planted the bomb and was so sloppy that he got killed by his own murder weapon.

That little piece of information definitely changed things, so, shoving pizza into their mouths, the team started discussing possible motives for Walid to plant the bomb. Jethro immediately noticed that DiNozzo was sitting at his computer, rather distracted.

Senior then arrived with Abby on his arm. "Whoever hires the women around here deserves a bonus. They're not only beautiful, but they're bright."

Abby smiled at the man. "Oh, stop it," she said with a tone that clearly said she was flattered by the other man's words.

"This the end of the tour?" Senior asked.

"I think I showed him everything," Abby commented

Senior looks back at Abby with a mischievous smile. "Well, uh, not everything."

"Dad!" DiNozzo interrupted. "Agent Grady is waiting for you in polygraph. She would like to give you a demonstration."

"Well, no-one's wiring me up," Senior stated, "but I would like to ask Abby a few more questions, hmm?"

Jethro shook his head as he watched Abby lead the man away but then quickly got back to business. The team needed to start treating Walid like the murderer instead of the victim, so Jethro ordered both Ziva and McGee to go talk with Prince Sayif when the man landed from his check flight forty-five minutes later.

Jethro then told his Senior Field Agent to accompany him to MTAC so that they could brief the State Department on the new development.

In MTAC, Jethro and DiNozzo were sitting in the theatre chairs towards the front of the room as they waited for the State Department to come online.

They hadn't been waiting long when DiNozzo broke Rule #6 and apologized for letting things get out of hand in the hotel room.

"Yeah, it's covered." He turned to the younger agent. "Rule 18."

"Oh, yeah. It's better to seek forgiveness than ask permission." DiNozzo then turned towards him. "Am I forgiven?"

"No," he replied. "You've been distracted by your father."

"It's that obvious?" DiNozzo asked.

Jethro gave him a pointed look.

"He's not the man I thought he was," DiNozzo said.

"I barely know my father," he said.

"No. Boss," DiNozzo softly countered, "my father's always been a mystery to me. Just a wealthy one. It turns out he's broke. He has been for years."

The pair continued to chat for a few more minutes, DiNozzo explaining he'd had McGee look into what his father had been doing on his office computer and why the younger man figured that his father way in town, saying that he wanted to end the game when his father went to check out of the hotel.

The conversation was cut short, however, by the State Department coming online.

"What can you tell me, Gibbs?" Joanne Torrence asked without preamble.

"Well," he replied, "we know who planted the bomb."

Jethro was grabbing himself a fresh cup of coffee when he got a call from Ziva, telling him that Prince Sayif's brother had been the one to assign Walid to him and that there was a very real chance the brother had intended to commit fratricide.

Jethro and DiNozzo quickly went to the Presidential Suite at the hotel. Prince Abdalla was not there, but they did meet Prince Omar.

"Agent Gibbs!" Prince Omar greeted. "What is it I can do for you?"

"You leaving?" he inquired.

"Shortly," Omar confirmed.

"You just arrived!" DiNozzo said.

"Pressing family matters," the prince stated.

"We think your son's driver, Walid, planted the bomb!" he informed the other man. "If Prince Abdalla is here, we'd like to speak with him."

"Sayif called and told me everything," Prince Omar stated. "If you came here to ask Abdalla if Walid was following his orders, the answer is yes."

DiNozzo cocked his head. "He admitted it?"

"Unfortunately," the prince said, "he did."

DiNozzo clearly hadn't expected that. "And why would he do that?"

"He told me he felt his brother's lifestyle would bring shame to our family," the prince told them. "He thought it better if Sayif died as a martyr. I'm sorry what he did took place on your soil."

He eyed the prince. "Where is Prince Abdalla?"

"At the airport," Prince Omar said, "aboard a royal jet."

DiNozzo very clearly didn't like where this conversation was going, which Jethro could understand. "Well, he's going to have to answer for what he's done."

"As a member of the embassy's administrative staff," Prince Omar said, "Abdalla has diplomatic immunity. His safe passage is ensured."

Jethro eyed the man. "You're going to let him just get away?"

Prince Omar stepped forward. "He still is my son, Agent Gibbs. Fathers do what they have to do for their children. This is my problem. He will be dealt with most severely, I assure you. Now, if you'll excuse me…" The prince turned away and then back to them. "Oh, Agent DiNozzo. Would you please tell your father I regret not having more time to spend with him? Let him know I'll be in Monte Carlo next month. Maybe we can see each other there."

DiNozzo nodded and Prince Omar took his leave.

Not knowing what to say to the younger man to help, Jethro squeezed his Senior Field Agent's shoulder before heading back to the Navy Yard to get his reports done so that everyone could go home.

He and Shannon were in the middle of having dinner when DiNozzo showed up. He'd grilled some steaks and Shannon had made some roasted potatoes and Caesar salad for the pair of them.

Shannon quickly dished up DiNozzo a plate, passing it to the younger man.

DiNozzo smiled up at the redhead. "Thank you, Ma'am."

"It's nothing, Tony." She glanced between both men. "I'm finished eating, so I'll give you two boys some privacy," she said, giving Jethro a quick kiss on the cheek before she headed upstairs to do he had no idea what.

Once they were alone, DiNozzo picked up a knife and shifted slightly to better face him while they talked. "Steak, cowboy-style. I love it."

"Your father leave?" he asked, getting up to grab the younger man a beer.

"Yeah," DiNozzo confirmed. "Should be in New York by now."

"So, how'd it go?" he asked, passing the younger man the beer.

"He skated again," DiNozzo informed him, taking the drink that he was being offered. Jethro wasn't sure how true that statement was, though. "Guy's amazing."

"So, what happened?" he asked as he sat down on the couch beside the man.

"Ah," DiNozzo said, cutting into his steak, "his buddy Omar picked up the tab, bought him an airline ticket to Monte Carlo."

Now Jethro was sure his suspicions were right. "Where'd you get the money, Tony?" he asked as he took a swig of his beer.

"What?" DiNozzo said with a chuckle that clearly gave him away. "How do you do it? Well... I didn't really need to go on a cruise with my fraternity brothers, did I? Getting a little old for that stuff."

"Eh, you conned the con man," he said, taking a bite of his food. "Runs in the family." He turned to face the younger man. "Why'd you do it?"

"He's my father," DiNozzo said. "He is who he is. I couldn't bust him. Sometimes it's better to keep what you know to yourself."

That Jethro could understand. He held up his beer bottle in a sort of mock cheers.

DiNozzo held his one up as well, the pair clinking their beer bottles together.

"Amen," he said as they both took a swig of the alcohol.

The pair continued to chat for a while and then DiNozzo decided that he should head home for the night.

"Thanks again," the younger man said. His gaze then landed on Shannon. "I know I sort of crashed dinner."

"It's nothing," Shannon assured him.

He eyed the younger man. "You're always welcome here, Tony. You know that."

DiNozzo dipped his head slightly in response, a small smile forming.

As the door closed behind the younger man, Shannon turned to him. "He okay?"

"He will be," he replied. "Basement?"

"Sure," she agreed. "Finally going to let me in on what your latest project is?"

He chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "Maybe."