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A Son for a Son

Chapter six

NCIS

It seemed like an eternity till Abby finally called Gibbs down to her lab to give him the DNA results, Kate was with him.

"What do you got Abs?"

"Well Gibbs, we got a winner." She looked up at him and gave him a small smile which vanished almost immediately when she saw the worried look on his face. She could tell Tony's disappearance was bothering him more then he was showing outwardly. "It matched a Michael Johnson." Abby said as she pressed a button on her computer and a picture of Johnson and his bio came on.

"Michael Johnson." Gibbs repeated the name. "I was forced to kill him a few years back." Gibbs read from the screen. "Mother and stepfather both deceased, one half brother." He then turned to Kate. "Kate check on the brother and see where he lives then check his alibi. Also run a check on his biological father and any additional siblings he might have produced."

"Yes sir." Kate said as she turned and left.

"Let's just hope this gives us a lead." Gibbs said more to himself then to anyone else as he followed Kate out of the room.

Later that night

Gibbs had just gotten off the phone with the police department. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. They still had nothing to go on, Tony could be anywhere in the city or outside the city, they had no idea. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath as another blank subject message popped up on his screen. He called Kate into his office. McGee was already there, still trying to trace the e mails.

He could see the apprehension on his teammate's faces. He felt the same way. He dreaded what he might see on the newest video. He wished he could tell them they didn't have to watch, but he knew that they had to, just in case one of them might spot something on the video that the other one missed. Gibbs glanced at both of them then clicked on the e mail. The words You are the cause of his pain appeared on the screen. Gibbs then clicked on the attachment.

They watched as the man removed the duct tape from Tony's mouth and as Tony asked for water then spit out what ever it was the man had given him. Kate gasped as the man showed the nail board to the camera then began beating Tony with it. At the end of the tape when he hit Tony in the chest and he cried out in pain it was too much for Kate and she turned away as tears welled up in her eyes. McGee stood with his mouth slightly opened, visibly shaken, and Gibbs could only sit staring as the screen turned black, then tried to pull himself together before he spoke.

"Anything yet on Johnson's family Kate?" He asked still staring at the blank screen.

"The brother comes out clean." Kate quickly wiped her eyes before turning around. "I'm still trying to track down his biological father. I have a call into the courthouse and they're going to check the marriage records for me. Unfortunately their computer was down when I called but it's expected to be up and running soon. They're going to call me back with the results."

McGee shook his head sadly as he stared at the blank screen.

"He's been hanging there since Saturday Sir, and it's freezing out. If we don't find him soon he's going to freeze to death if that bastard doesn't kill………." He stopped before he finished. He could tell by the look on their faces that they were all thinking the same thing.

"Tell me something I don't know McGee." Gibbs said as he rubbed his forehead. "Getting any further with the trace?"

"No, not yet. This guy is good but sooner or later we'll get through."

"Tony doesn't have 'later'. We need a trace now. If you can't do it then you call every damn computer expert in the country and get one in here to break through his security."

"Yes sir."

Warehouse

Tony knew if he didn't get out of there soon he was going to lose it. He yanked angrily on the chains around his hands. How long had he hung here? And why him? What did they want with him? Was Gibbs or anyone looking for him? Maybe it was Sunday and no one even knew he was missing, or maybe nobody cared. He felt like he had been hanging there for weeks. Time didn't mean anything anymore, only the cold, pain and fear. He almost wished the man would come back. Anything, even torture, was better then hanging here alone. What if the man left and wasn't coming back? Was he going to die like this? He was so cold. Well he thought, at least he'd probably freeze to death before he died of thirst. How long could a man live without water? Which was worse, freezing to death or dying of thirst? And if the man came back what would he do to him next? Question after question kept flashing through his mind. He swallowed hard, his throat was already starting to get sore from the bitter cold. He tried to stop shivering but couldn't, he knew any moment the man could decide to kill him and he was as helpless as a baby to try to stop him.

TBC