"Nice work you two!" Gibbs said as he entered the squadroom.
"Who would have thought that a hired gunman for the mob could turn their boss in so willingly." McGee said, as he typed his report. "I am still amazed at how you reacted, when that gunman's car came flying around the corner targeting the daughter. If we hadn't talked her into leaving the hospital, we never would have caught this break."
"Why did he give up his mob boss so easily?"
"Well, there was a little persuasion involved, McGee." Ziva admitted with a malicious smile. McGee looked over to Ziva in horror.
"You didn't. . ." McGee started to inquire then stopped himself.
"We caught the bad guy McGee. It does not matter how." Ziva offered.
"So did they figure out what the poison was yet?" Ziva asked.
"I still haven't heard." Gibbs said. "They aren't staying there anymore, though."
"All right you two. I have two DiNozzo's staying at my place. I'm calling it a day. You two do the same." Gibbs ordered.
"Good Night, Gibbs." Ziva said as Gibbs raced to the elevator.
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"Hey." Gibbs said as he walked up to his front door. "What are you doing outside?" Gibbs asked.
"Hello, Agent Gibbs. It has been a long time." Tony's dad extended his hand for a handshake.
"That it has." Gibbs stated, without a smile, as he did the same.
"Thank you for helping me out." He said to Gibbs. "And my son."
"Yeah well I did it for your son." Gibbs stated sharply. "It is nice that the two of you have reconnected."
"We have never gotten along better." He said sincerely. Gibbs nodded in surprise. "He shared some rather fascinating things with me, when I was sick in the hospital."
"Really?" Gibbs said.
"Boss." Tony said in surprise as he joined them outside. "Uh. Thank you so much for letting us stay here. Um, since the threat is gone and. . . Well, we didn't want to overstay our welcome." Tony said with a nervous chuckle, as he carried a suit case out.
"You aren't Tony." Gibbs said, watching him curiously.
"Uh, well I am driving my dad to Long Island tonight. He is planning to stay with my uncle for the next week." Tony said. Gibbs nodded in understanding, as he watched Tony's dad curiously.
"I'll be right back, and then we'll go, Dad." Tony ran back inside.
"You didn't have to race out of here." Gibbs stated.
"It actually wasn't my idea." He explained to Gibbs. "Tony insisted that we get out of your hair as soon as possible."
Gibbs snickered from the revelation. "Did he say why?" Gibbs said in disbelief.
"No, but I can take a guess. He feels he let you down. He kept saying he was responsible for the NCIS director's death, and that he has been a real disappointment lately."
"Your son shouldn't be talking like that." Gibbs said.
". . .the stuff about our director." Gibbs swallowed hard. ". . .or me. And, why are you even sharing this with me?"
"Honestly, I have never seen him like this before. He is so deeply upset about all of this." Tony's dad informed him.
"Thanks again, Boss. We'll get out of here." Tony repeated as he raced out to join them again.
"I'll see you on Monday." Tony added. Gibbs grimaced, watched them leave, and then entered his house.