Disclaimer: I do not own anything, the characters all belong to the creator of the show. I just own the idea and the plot for this story. As well as my OCs AJ Gibbs, his ex-wife Amber and his kids, as well as Jason DiNozzo, his wife Maria and their kids. They are mine as well as Mia and Gabriel DiNozzo. I don't own the characters from NCIS: LA either.

A/N: I still looking for that one Male OC, the Medic OC, the Medic OC must have a military background (obviously) in the Navy as a Corpsman, preferably Green side meaning he goes down range with the Marines on the ground. Also, looking for Tony's Love Interest (can be Male or Female), doesn't have to be a sexual attraction either could just be that they like each other. Could be a liaison from Honolulu PD maybe, maybe another single dad, he meets at a support group or something. Really need both those OC's to complete the roster for Tony's Unit.

A/N: For about what season of NCIS: LA this takes place in, takes place in early Season 7, so Granger is still alive and Michelle Hana is also still alive just heads up. Maybe Sam or Deeks will make a cameo later on in the storywho knows. This is probably the longest chapter so far. I didn't want to split up everyone's talks with Gibbs and their penalties and punishments so it's all here. Want to get Tony to Hawaii and with his new team as fast as possible. I think Tony does too.

That is all onward to Chapter 5.


Goodbye Washington Hello Hawaii

Chapter 5

The five-hour flight from Washington D.C. to Los Angeles didn't feel like five hours at all to Tony. They'd left D.C. at 1600, or 1300 L.A. time, and they'd touched down at LAX at 1800 or 6:00 pm. It wasn't so bad, and the kids would have plenty of time to get used to the time change. Tony was actually bright eyed and bushy tailed getting of the plane. Even after they had to go to baggage claim to get their bags. Luckily none of their baggage got lost.

The three DiNozzo's walked toward a less crowded area of the airport by the arrivals terminal. Tony was the first to spot his younger brother Jason. That brown crew cut hair cut and olive drab t-shirt and tan work boots gave it away. 'Most of just got off work.' Tony thought looking at his watch it reading 1800. He walked up behind his brother and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Surprise Jay." Tony exclaimed grinning madly. Jason DiNozzo turned around and almost clocked his older brother in the face. He realized it was Tony and then, and slapped his right arm.

"Hey Tony, man it feels like it's been forever since we've seen each other, when is the last time we saw each other Christmas last year." Jason said. "That's too long bro you've got to make more trips out here."

"I know, I know but things were crazy in D.C. in more ways than one. I guess now that I'll be in Hawaii there's no excuse for me not come see you guys huh."

"Yeah Uncle Tony, we missed you too much." Connor told his uncle.

"Cons' right bro. D.C. was way too far away. And far to political I still can't believe you took that promotion all those years ago."

"Yeah neither can I sometimes, but hey enough talk about me, what have you guys been up?" Tony asked his nephews. Then all three of them started talking at once and Gabe and Mia were just happy to listen and be surrounded by their cousins.

TJ was her age, twelve and got into tons of trouble. Which didn't reflect so greatly on her uncle, but that's how it was in the military. If you were a kid and you messed up your parent, or parents would get reprimanded. She was kind of glad her dad wasn't in the Navy anymore, and he was home with them for good.

AJ was not a happy camper when he deplaned at all. His ass hurt really bad from the spanking his dad had given him earlier that morning D.C. time. It now was 1800 hours L.A. time. All of the Gibbs' just had different colored duffel bags, so they didn't have to worry about baggage claim. AJ kept mumbling and grumbling to himself all the way to the Arrival terminal in LAX. About how much of a sadistic bastard his dad was. Him getting spanked that morning being unfair. It hurt, dammit this is not how he wanted to start his vacation.

AJ felt his phone ring in his pocket he fished it out and saw he had a text for Callen. The text said he'd be picking him up and he'd be there in twenty minutes. Other than that, there was no other explanation. Twenty minutes went by and AJ finally spotted the tall Caucasian male with the shaved head and ocean blue eyes. He was dressed in a light blue short sleeved collared shirt, light wash jeans and nice boots.

"Hey Callen, surprised to see you here? Where's Hetty I thought she was picking us up?" AJ asked the other man.

"She was supposed to yes, but she called me and asked me to instead. Said she had something to deal with in Washington." Callen answered. "The team's all back at HQ waiting for you."

'More like someone.' AJ thought, and as he did a smile spread across his face. Hetty was a very formidable woman, and was not one to be messed with, or taken lightly. "Let me guess Eric's been tracking my flight." Callen just smiled. "Come on guys I'm dropping you off at the house and then heading back with Callen that okay with you guys?"

"What about dinner?" Luke questioned. "I'm starving." On cue the young teen's stomach growled.

AJ rubbed the back of his neck thinking. "It is dinner time isn't, how about you go over to Mrs. DiNozzo's for dinner, I'm sure she won't mind feeding three more people. Tony's supposed to be here now too."

"Sounds good to me dad, as long as I eat." Luke replied. AJ shook his head. 'That boy always thinking about his stomach. More then anything else.' AJ turned to his oldest son Jake.

"You have all the emergency numbers right?" He asked.

"Course dad, I'm fourteen, I think I can handle a few hours at home alone, with the sibs. I know all the emergency numbers, and Mrs. D's number, she is right across the street you know." Jake replied as they walked out of the airport and toward Callen's car.

"Good, because I could use a drink." AJ said eyeing Callen over the top of white SRX crossover. Callen nodded his agreement. He'd gotten off work earlier to come and pick AJ and his kids up. "Hey Callen isn't that Kensi's car." AJ commented seeing the white SRX crossover as they approached the loading zone.

"Yeah it is she let me drive it, can't exactly fit five people in the Jag or Sam's car can I." Callen replied popping the trunk to stow their bags.

"No suppose not." AJ grabbed all their bags and threw them in the trunk.

"I call shotgun." Luke called quickly about to hop in passenger seat. AJ put his hand on the door stopping his son.

"Nice try bud, you're not controlling the radio this time." AJ smirked and thumbed a finger at the car door in the back. Luke started to grumble about unfairness, and adults taking control of everything. AJ climbed into the passenger seat and winced slightly, Callen looked over at the other man. "I'm fine Callen just drive." Callen just started the car with a grin of his own and headed off in the direction that would get him out of LAX airport traffic the fastest.

Tony is sat riding shotgun in his brother's seven seater 2016 black Chevy SUV. On the way to his house that's on base. The kids are all busy talking and catching up about what they've done so far this summer. Jason is concentrated on driving, country music playing softly throughout the speakers. Tony looked over at his brother at the radio choice. "What I like country, it grew on me okay, plus that's all Hank'll play at his place."

Tony didn't comment. Tony instead pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed an all too familiar number. The phone is picked up after one ring.

"Ah Agent DiNozzo I take it you landed in California safely?" Vance asked the Italian American agent.

"Yes, I did director Jason's driving. I'd like to inform you of something one of your employees has done." Tony said calmly. 'It's 2100 Vance's time, and he hadn't left the office yet' Tony thought. Wishing he'd done this sooner like right away instead of waiting until after he got off his flight. Just pull of the band-aid, right.

"It's about Ms. Scuito isn't it?" The director asked sitting down at his desk rubbing a tired hand over his face. This was the last straw with the black haired gothic forensic scientist. She'd done numerous other things before, but this was over the top. She'd broken the law this wasn't something that couldn't not be reported or just swept under the rug. He had cameras in the forensic lab and had seen the whole thing, Abby on her laptop doing the deed.

"Yes, it is, she hacked the TSA database and put me on the no-fly list, and she tried to frame me as a terrorist by extension of putting me on the no-fly list sir. I was almost arrested." Tony informed the director of what the gothic forensic scientist had done to him.

"I'll make the appropriate calls and see that Ms. Scuito is dealt with promptly agent. Try and have a nice time with your family Tony no need to worry about what's going on here okay." Vance told Tony.

"Thank-you Director, I appreciate it. I'll make sure to send something your way for Jared and Kayla."

The director thanked his agent and told him it wasn't necessary, but Tony insisted. He then ended the call and let out a sigh of relief. Little Miss Perfect Abigail would finally get what she deserved. Hopeful that would show Gibbs too. "Man, bro you seriously need to relax now, I think all those suit shirts were cutting off the circulation to your brain." Jason said as he showed his I.D. to the Marine on guard at the front gate.

"Afternoon First Sergeant." The Marine greeted Jason as he handed his I.D. back and Jason proceeded through onto the base.

"Ha ha your hilarious Jay." Tony said dryly.

"No Tony, I'm serious no more work calls you're on vacation as of now. Time to sit back relax and enjoy the sunshine. Hit the beach, surf." Jason said.

"You're right. I'm done with D.C. done with Gibbs and the rest of them."

Jason pulled into the driveway of his house. "That's the spirit. Alright you, knuckleheads everyone out. Logan grab the bags you can take'em up to your room."

"Got it dad." The seventeen-year-old replied.

Jason held out his hands gesturing to the vast expanse of his house. "Mi Casa es su casa Tony, Mia, Gabe." Jason nodded at his niece and nephew.

"Yeah we understand Uncle Jay." Mia told her uncle.

"What she said." Gabe smiled widely at his uncle. Tony cleared his throat pointedly at his two kids. "Umm, we mean we'll be on your best behavior." Gabe gave his uncle a mock salute. Jason saluted his ten-year-old nephew back, and told them both to make themselves comfortable.

Tony gave his younger brother a look that said 'really'. "Tony they're kids. Let'em have a little fun let'em unwind they've been on a plane for five hours. They're excited."

"Fine, but the first thing they break in that 'excitement' money's coming out your pocket." Jason clapped his brother on his back and led him through the house.

Meanwhile back in Washington Director Vance had just gotten off the phone with Tobias Fornell a special agent at the FBI. Fornell and a team of agents were coming to arrest Abby and have Ziva dealt with. After Vance had gotten off the phone with Tony he'd started really looking close at the case files that Team Gibbs had worked on within the past six years. Starting from when Tony first joined them to now. Agent David's methods were how should he put this less then appropriate.

What she did in Mossad may have been okay there, but not in NCIS. Tim just went along with it. Quite frankly the younger agent was scared of his female teammate, and Gibbs, Gibbs just let it happen. He was too obsessed and he would absorb himself in cases, and would do anything to solve a case. It's like the older agent had blinders on when it came to the younger female members of his team. It's like he saw the two women through Kelly colored glasses.

As his surrogate daughters. Jaecyon McConnell however, was caught in the crossfire so to speak when it came to Ziva and the rest Team Gibbs seeing as he'd shared responsibilities with her. The African American NCIS agent had never done anything wrong. He was only doing what he was told and he was the only one who had stood up for Tony when he put in for his transfer. The only one who had been a friend to the man, in his time of need.

The elevator doors dinged emitting the six FBI agents onto the floor. Director Vance was up on the catwalk watching. Fornell looked up to the catwalk and nodded to the Director. Fornell and his team made their way through the bullpen and down Abby's lab. Boy, did she have a surprise coming her way.

"What's Agent Fornell doing here?" McGee asked aloud.

"That is none of your business Agent McGee." Director Vance told the young agent.

"Of course, sir. I was just curious is there a joint case in the building or is it something else?" McGee was fishing for answers out of the man. Ziva looked slightly concerned as she watched the men in black suits walk past.

"Carry on, as you were Agent McGee. What the FBI and Fornell are doing here does not concern you." Vance ordered McGee. He turned to address Agent David. "Agent David I'd like to see you in my office immediately."

"Sir?" Ziva questioned the director.

"Now Agent David." Ziva got up from her desk and walked up the stairs toward the Director's office. "Have seat Agent David."

"I'd prefer to stand thank you."

"That wasn't a request agent. Now sit down." Ziva sat in the chair in front of the Director's desk. On Vances' desk was a file. Ziva's personnel file.

"Director what is this about, if I may ask." Ziva questioned the man in front of her.

"You're actions as of late Agent David, are less then acceptable for an NCIS Special Agent."

Ziva sat up straighter in her chair. "I do not understand Director what do you mean. My actions have helped stopped many criminals and have helped many family find peace. I am an invaluable member to Gibbs' team." Ziva explained herself.

"What happened with Rivkin and yourself, is enough to send you to prison for espionage." Vance informed the Israeli NCIS agent. "As well as you pulling a loaded weapon on your partner, a teammate with the intention of killing him. We can't let that stand."

"Tony, Agent DiNozzo killed Rivkin."

"From what I understand it was in self-defense, Rivkin attacked on of my federal agents. Is that any reason to really hold a weapon to someone?" Vance looked Ziva straight in the eye, "Past behavior is the best predictor of future behavior. It would not be in the best interests of the agency to allow for the possibility of a repeat of your actions. There are indicators in your psych profile that point to a high probability that you will reoffend."

Ziva stood up out of her chair, hands slammed palm down on the desk in front of her.

"What are you saying Director, that I am some sort of maniac with no control over my emotions." Ziva yelled at the Director. "You cannot do this. I work for NCIS. I am a US Citizen now, and am a Special Agent here. You cannot just take that away. I have done valuable work here! Why are you doing this? Why?"

Vance put the papers down. "Ms. David, please sit down."

She practically hissed at him, "I will not! You cannot do this. Gibbs…he will not let this happen, you will see."

"Agent Gibbs has no say in this matter. You broke the law and if you are the US citizen you claim to be you have to abide by our laws."

"I do not see, how my actions have made you come to this decision Director?"

"My decision Ms. David with the help of the legal department and HR is that you will be terminated from this agency, your security clearance will be revoked, as well as your US citizenship and you will be sent back to Israel effective immediately." He passed the folder with the relevant paperwork to her. "I need your signature on the Disciplinary Action Form acknowledging you've received a copy before you leave. There is a copy of a completed resignation form in as well all it needs is your signature. You will turn in your weapon and your badge before you leave this office. Three FBI agents are waiting outside to escort you out of the building. You are now in their custody until a plane can be arranged to take you back home." Vance informed his former employee.

Ziva finally sat down she was still and numb she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had to talk to Gibbs, Gibbs would fix this. He had too. Ziva stood up from her seat and walked toward the office door. "You will regret this Director Vance, this is not over." Ziva warned the director.

Vance sat back down at his desk. 'One down one more to go.' Vance thought to himself. Ziva stormed back down the stairs and into the bullpen. She was muttering to herself in Hebrew. "Whoa Ziva are you okay what did Director Vance want?" McGee asked.

Ziva whirled around to look at her teammate. "He has terminated my employment here, at NCIS." Ziva informed Tim.

"What." Tim asked in mock surprise. He wasn't surprised at all. Ziva deserved what she was getting she tried to kill Tony after the whole Rivkin debacle. She was really too dangerous to be an agent. Whoever decided to give a woman like her a badge and a weapon was not all there in Tim's mind.

The three FBI agents walked up to Ziva's desk and waited for her. "Ms. David if you'll come with us." One agent said holding out handcuffs and cuffing the woman. Ziva was then escorted out of the building.

Down in Abby's lab Fornell and his team were having some trouble with the normally bubbly overzealous forensic scientist.

"Ms. Abigail Scuito, you're under arrest." Said a tall lean FBI agent in a black suit. Abby turned around surprise clearly written on her face. She turned her music down that was previously blaring through the speakers.

"On what charges, I didn't do anything." Abby said pretending to play innocent.

"For hacking into a protected secure network, the TSA database, under the computer fraud and abuse act, and for trying to frame Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo as a terrorist, as well as assaulting him on numerous accounts. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?" The agent asked Abby.

Abby didn't speak, not to him anyway. She wasn't going to speak to a suit like him. Tony did say he was going to get her arrested, but she didn't believe him. Now it was really happening. This couldn't happen. Gibbs would fix this he always fixed everything. Abby was cuffed and brought up through the bullpen.

Gibbs had made it back to the Navy Yard, a little after 2100. Traffic was a real nightmare coming back from the airport at this time. As Gibbs exited the elevator he saw Abby being brought up from her lab in hand cuffs by Fornell. Gibbs didn't pretend to play stupid, he knew this was going to happen. He had on his disappointed dad face, and looked right at Abby.

"Tobias." Gibbs addressed his fellow federal agent.

"Gibbs." Tobias responded curtly.

"Can I speak with her a minute Tobias." Gibbs asked the older man. Tobias looked from Gibbs and back to Abby in cuffs. Gibbs really wanted to talk to her, to see if he could find out what was going on in her head. What possessed her to do what she did. Tobias nodded.

"Ten minutes and she stays cuffed." Fornell ordered. Gibbs just nodded and led her interrogation room 1. He sat her down on the side of the table facing the two-way glass window. Gibbs sat on the other side.

"Gibbs you can't let them do this me. Please." Abby started begging and pleading with him already. Gibbs had already made up his mind before he even set foot in the room. There was no backing out of this, Abby broke the law and she needed to face the consequences of her actions.

Gibbs's stony silence was scaring Abby. He'd never been this quiet before at least not with her. He was treating her like one of their suspects. She didn't like it. Not one bit.

"Say something, Gibbs. You're making me nervous just sitting there. Did those agents tell you what they did to me? To me of all people! Handcuffs! They handcuffed me! I tried to tell them that they didn't understand, and that I was just upset, I undid what he told me to do. I fixed my mistake. They said I assaulted Tony, that was last year though and it was just a hug. I apologized profusely, I didn't mean to hit him or hug him that hard. I was angry last year. He didn't tell me the truth about where he was going. I'm angry that he's left, he shouldn't have left Gibbs. What's Abby's rule number one? Never lie to Abby! He had no…"

She petered out when he didn't respond. "Gibbs?" Tears started to well up in her eyes. It was finally dawning on her that he was angry. Very angry. Swallowing, she stared back at him, worried.

Finally, he spoke, "You hacked into the TSA database and flagged Tony as a terrorist." It wasn't a question. "Those are felony charges Abby. You'll do serious time."

"But, can't you do something, talk to Fornell?"

"There isn't anything I can do, you messed up. You're going to have to see this one through. You have to grow up and stop acting like a spoiled brat, you can't always get your way Abby. You have to take responsibility for your actions. You can't just throw a fit and expect everything to go back to the way they were. Tony was right. I can see now I've let you get away with far too much, that ends now." Gibbs wasn't at all sorry for what he'd said, he meant every word of it.

As Abby dissolved into sobs, he quietly stood and left the room, leaving her behind. A knife blade of self-hatred for what he was doing struck deep in his gut. He nodded to the female FBI agent who came in to collect Abby. He kept walking and forced himself to not look back. He needed coffee, he also needed to go home. He'd had a long day.

Tim was called into MTAC by the Director shortly after Ziva had left, the man's office. Vance had called the Admiral and had him put on video conference in MTAC. "You wanted to see me Director." Tim asked.

"Yes, Agent McGee have a seat." Vance gestured to the seats in front of the large screen. "Bring it up." Vance told one of the techs in the room. Tim was confused what was the Director doing. Before Tim could think more along those lines. A very familiar face showed up on the large screen.

His father. "Admiral." Tim greeted his father.

"Timothy McGee, I'm appalled at your behavior. That is not how I raised you son."

"Raise me, you didn't raise me at all" Tim muttered. "You always liked Trent best."

"That's not true, but I'm not here to talk about your brother, we're here to talk about your behavior and actions toward your teammate Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, a Lieutenant in my Navy a former Navy SEAL, much like your brother."

"Your father and I have talked it out and he's made it happen. We've decided that in order for you to understand Special Agent DiNozzo you are to walk in his shoes so to speak. You will be going through four weeks of Navy recruit training in Great Lakes at recruit training command." Vance informed his agent.

"Director you can't how is that…" Tim started before he was interrupted.

"Tim, you will listen your boss, and you will be going through training starting next Monday. You will be treated exactly as a recruit would. This is for your own good son, maybe you'll finally learn something." Admiral McGee informed his son. The screen went blank then.

Vance turned toward the young agent. "Furthermore, during this time you will be suspended from your duties here and you will be docked pay by twenty percent. As well as being ineligible for promotion for the duration of eighteen months. After your four-month assignment, we'll revisit your case, and see what you've learned and go from there. Is that understood Agent McGee."

Tim nodded. He was going to hate this. The pay cut would suck bad but this assignment was so unnecessary. He had a degree from MIT he didn't need to be jumping through hoops and being yelled at by RDC's. He was important, he had an important job here. He was special agent not a Navy recruit. He wasn't fit to be one of them, he'd make a fool of himself for sure. Tim left MTAC and walked back down to the bullpen. He couldn't believe this, this was worse than when the team was split up because of that mole.

Gibbs made it back home in silence. How could things become this bad this quickly. Abby going away, Ziva being sent back to Israel and Tim being sent to Recruit Training Command in Great Lakes. Gibbs pulled his truck into his driveway and saw a very familiar car in the driveway. A Shelby Cobra belonging to the one and only Henrietta Lange. Operations Manager of NCIS OSP in Los Angeles.

Gibbs killed the ignition in his truck and headed into his house. Of course, it was unlocked he never locked his house. Even with his grandkids being there. They were never in any real danger with their dad there anyway. Regardless Gibbs walked into his house and saw the woman herself in his living room sipping a cup of what he presumed was tea out of one of his mugs. Hetty wasn't a coffee drinker she was a tea woman.

She couldn't understand how he could drink that 'swill' he called coffee. "Henrietta." Gibbs addressed the diminutive woman.

"Jethro." She greeted the team leader of the Washington MCRT.

"Coffee?" He asked.

"There's a fresh pot brewing."

He just grunted in affirmation and began fixing himself a strong cup, and saw the making of the tea Hetty was indeed drinking. 'Most of been DiNozzo's leftovers.' He thought. He had been drinking green tea at the airport after all, and it's what he drank while he was here.

Gibbs walked back into the living room and sat down on his recliner and let out of bone wary sigh.

"You know that this is for the best."

He shot her a look. "According to who?"

"According to whom."

He almost growled. Judging by her expression she wasn't remotely contrite, nor at all concerned by his obvious anger.

"Okay, according to whom? Whose bright idea was it to my best agent all way other there, did you have anything to do with this?"

"No I had nothing to do with Anthony's transfer, if I did he'd be back with my team, or leading a team of his own in Los Angeles. Not his own team on the island of Oahu in Hawaii."

"He should have come to me. He should have felt comfortable enough with me to talk to me."

"But he obviously doesn't you two are like oil and water you just don't mix."

Gibbs let out a bitter laugh. Tony had gone willingly without a second thought to his team here. Snapped up the transfer just like that. Though it wasn't just a transfer it was a promotion. He'd be leading his own team. That didn't comfort Gibbs at all. He should be staying here. Alas despite his best efforts Tony wasn't here he was in California right now. On vacation. To his annoyance, Hetty merely chuckled.

"What's so funny?" He asked as he got up to change his cup of coffee for a glass of bourbon.

She raised her eyebrows. "Forgive me, but one doesn't live to my age in this business without developing a rather thick skin. You can glower at me all you like. It doesn't intimidate me in the slightest, but if it makes you feel better..."

He narrowed his eyes at her. She remained irritatingly unmoved.

"It would make me feel better if you asked before messing with my people."

"Your people? Anthony hasn't been your people ever since he transferred here six years ago. He was happy enjoyed his job on Mr. Callen's team. Though you bullied your way in and snatched him up. If Anthony was really your people you'd have treated him better and not let that Israeli woman do what she did to him, or what Abigail did to him either it's just dreadful to see such good talent wasted like that."

That felt like a punch to the gut for Gibbs. "She is being appropriately dealt with." Gibbs muttered. He really didn't like having his screw ups thrown back in his face like that.

Gibbs stopped short for a moment. He hadn't expected Hetty to know what Abby did to Tony at the airport. Then again Hetty did have her own people who had their ways of getting information. He'd heard of Eric Beale and Nell Jones from Abby and her trip to L.A. They were good people apparently. People Tony trusted fully to have his back and not throw him under the bus. He also fully trusted Callen's team and the man himself. He had teammates friends there that would have his back like Gibbs himself was supposed to.

"What he needs is to be able to spread his wings and fly. He can't do that while under you" Hetty wasn't presenting him with arguments to convince him. She wouldn't consider that necessary. No, she was simply stating the facts in that quiet, gentle, oh so calm way that made him want to hurt somebody. "You need to accept that it is time for Anthony to move on. He needs to be around people that he understands and people that understand him, that is not here in D.C. You and I both know that."

He harrumphed again, and scowled. He had to concede there, though he wasn't about to say that out loud.

Deliberately turning his back to her, he twisted the lid off the bourbon and poured himself a generous inch. It went down in one gulp, and he had to reluctantly admit, just to himself, that she had purchased well.

"So, the solution is Hawaii?" Sarcasm leant bite to his words. "Never heard of Pax River? Quantico? Norfolk, Great Lakes?" He picked at the worn surface of the recliner with his thumbnail, clamped his mouth shut before he said more than he had intended.

"What's wrong with Hawaii? I dare say Agent DiNozzo deserves a little sunshine and aloha more than most. He needs some peace. A chance to be closer to his family." That one stung, that struck a chord with Gibbs. He thought he and DiNozzo were family. The team was family, not anymore though. He was a family of one now. He wouldn't be surprised if Vance fired him just on principle for being a pain in his ass all these years.

"It's too damn far away." The words got out before he could stop them.

"Are you angry because he is no longer your coworker, or because he will be in Hawaii, closer to your son AJ? That your own son is closer to your former co-worker then he is his own father" Hetty's quieter tone mimicked his own, and he wondered whether that was empathy or skill. "Has it occurred to you that Anthony actually listens to what Andrew has to say, and doesn't just shut him down or pull him over his knee. Which really Jethro the man is forty-three years old, I dare say that kind of punishment needs to stop."

He was glad of the dim light so she couldn't really see his face. The woman was too perceptive. Excellent quality in an operations manager, annoying as hell when she'd inserted herself into his living room uninvited come all this way just to hassle him. Pull his head out of his ass. Show him what a fool he's really been.

"I just want him to be safe."

"He will be I can assure you. His new teammates at Pearl. Agent McConnell will have his back. Though they aren't the only ones." Hetty really did have eyes and people everywhere. Gibbs sighed. As much as he hated to admitted the smaller woman was right. He would be safe. He was overthinking things.

"Oh, really how can you be sure?"

"Are you doubting my skills Jethro." Gibbs didn't answer, he was smarter than that. "Agent Gibbs, if you will allow me to reassure you, I have every concern for Anthony's wellbeing. He will be looked after as if he were my own, his one of my own. I take care of my people." Okay that was like a slap to the face to Gibbs.

Gibbs couldn't deny that, the woman sitting in front of him would have Tony's back even if she was in California and him in Oahu. She knew many people in many different places. Her people were good people. The one's he'd met anyway. Callen, Hana, a fellow SEAL, Nate Getz and Kensi Blye. The only one he hadn't met was this Marty Deeks. An LAPD liaison to the OSP team.

After a long silence, he finally nodded, swallowed hard against the sudden constriction in his throat.

"Alright. Okay."

She leaned over the table and gave his hand a squeeze and held on for a few seconds longer before releasing him. "Good, so that's settled." She sank back into the couch, leaning on one elbow as if she'd often made herself comfortable there, and gave him a calculating look. "Now be a dear and get me a drink, and then maybe I'll tell you how Governor Denning came to owe me a rather large favor. Not to mention dinner at Sushi Sasabune the next time I'm in Honolulu. Just remember, if anyone asks, you didn't hear the story from me..."

Gibbs and Hetty were talking way into the wee hours of the early morning. Gibbs had to get into work where he'd finally learn his fate, and where he stood with Vance and if he even had a job anymore. Hetty had to get on a flight back to L.A. back to her team.


Well, that's it for Chapter 5, hit that review button down below and tell me what you think. Did their punishments fit the crime? What should Gibbs' fate be? I leave that up to you my faithful readers, and reviewers, leave your suggestion in a review. Until next time.