Tony woke up five minutes before his alarm and switched it off before it would deafen him. He still had a couple of hours before he needed to be back at work and he took the time to work out how he got there. Tony ran through his mind but he hadn't given out his address at any point. Maybe the boy had followed him home after a day long drinking session although where he got the alcohol from Tony didn't know. Why he came to Tony was another matter. Gibbs had said that he had connected to the boy but Tony couldn't see that. He'd angered the boy, used him to the get the information he needed. It didn't matter though. His first job was to phone Gibbs and tell him what was going on before Jake woke up. Tony pulled back the covers and picked up the phone he dialed as he walked to the bedroom door and opened it a crack.

"Gibbs," His Boss answered, not too pleased at the early morning call. Tony didn't say anything. The couch was vacant, the blanket thrown across the arm. There was no sign of Jake, "Who is this?" Gibbs asked angrily.

"It's me Boss, it's uh nothing, it can wait," He answered distractedly. He hung up and threw the phone on the bed. He had a quick shower and pulled some clothes on before wandering into the lounge to look for any clues to Jake's whereabouts. There was nothing. For a second Tony wondered whether he'd dreamt the whole thing when he spotted a plate on the coffee table. He could have sworn he'd left five dollars there the other day. He sighed as he realised what that meant.

"Damn kid," He said under his breath. He made himself some breakfast, caught the morning headlines on the TV and then headed out the apartment. He closed the door and turned, he stopped suddenly and frowned. Sitting on the floor by his feet was a piece of card. He bent down and picked it up. It was an address for a drop in centre for the homeless. Jake must have used it on cold nights. Tony slipped it in his pocket for later. It was only a fifteen minute drive to work and for once Tony arrived early. Ziva's eyes widened as Tony exited the elevator and walked into the squad room, throwing his backpack under his desk and dropping into his chair. She looked at her watch.

"Yes I'm early; can we just get to work?" Tony pre-empted any remark from Ziva. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing. A minute later Gibbs walked into the room, coffee in his hand.

"What the hell was that phone call this morning DiNozzo?" He asked as he passed Tony's desk and sat at his own.

"I got a visitor last night boss," Tony answered cryptically, leaning back in his chair as he spoke. Gibbs looked up at Tony, giving him his patented don't leave me hanging glare or glare number twelve as Tony liked to call it, "Found Jake on my doorstep last night."

"And why isn't he in custody now?" Gibbs voice rose, his glare morphing into number seven: The answer quick before I shoot you glare.

"He was drunk and barely able to keep his eyes open boss. I gave him the couch, was gonna bring him back in this morning. Didn't expect him to wake before me, he'd vanished by the time I was up."

Gibbs sighed, "And what are we supposed to do now DiNozzo? Hope he comes back for lunch?" He remarked sarcastically.

"Actually," Tony began as he dipped into his trouser pocket and displayed the card he'd found on his doorstep, "I thought we'd go to him," There was no praise from Gibbs but the slight smile on Gibbs' lips was all Tony needed to know he'd done okay.

"Take Ziva," Gibbs told Tony.

"On it Boss," Tony nodded, "Need to get my five bucks back anyway," He added. He picked up his backpack and headed back to the elevator, Ziva just a step behind him.

"You gave the boy your couch?" Ziva questioned as they walked towards the drop-in center.

"Yeah so?"

"Nothing, I just wondering how often you give murder suspects your couch," Ziva noted.

"He didn't do it," Tony replied quickly, glad that his sunglasses protected him from Ziva's gaze.

"Why are you so sure?"

"You saw the interrogation."

"Yes but-"

Tony stepped in front of Ziva to stop her in her tracks, he pulled off his sunglasses, "Look, Gibbs isn't the only one with gut instincts. I talked to the kid and I can tell you he didn't do it, Okay?"

"Okay," Tony placed sunglasses in his shirt pocket and took off again, not waiting for Ziva to catch up.

Tony pulled open the entrance door and walked through, Ziva managed to catch the door before it closed and entered behind Tony. Just inside the entrance was a reception desk. Behind it sat a middle aged man in the middle of a phone conversation. Tony coughed loudly to get the mans attention but all he did was wave his hand at Tony. This wasn't someone who'd fall for Tony's charm. He coughed loudly and received a frown for his efforts. Ziva finally had enough. She reached over the desk and hung up the phone. The man looked up at Ziva and glared.

"Do you need something?" He asked.

Tony pulled out his badge and flipped it at the man, "Special Agent DiNozzo, this is Officer David, NCIS."

"Feds huh? What can I do for you?"

"We're looking for Jake Milos, Does he come here often?"

"Sure, he's a regular here, 'bought three times a week, sometimes more, sometimes less," the man shrugged.

"Do you know where he can find him? We need to get hold of him."

"Don't know where he hangs out," He shook his head, "But he's here now, came in for breakfast and a shower, he's in the dining room as we speak."

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Ziva asked. The man just shrugged, "Which way?"

"Down the corridor," The man nodded to the door, "Second on the right," They nodded and headed for the door. Quickly and quietly they walked down the corridor and stopped outside the second door. Tony peered through the small window in the door and surveyed the small dining room. It was mostly empty, a few people were still scattered round the room finishing their breakfast. Tony spotted Jake in the very corner on his own, his back to the door. His eyes widened.

"He's wearing one of my coats!" He exclaimed.

"You did let him into your home, what do you expect?"

Tony glared at Ziva, "We go in quietly, I don't want to startle him, he's more slippery than….."

"More slippery than what?" Ziva frowned.

"I don't know! Something very slippery, come on," Tony ignored Ziva's puzzled look and pushed open the door and waited for Ziva to enter before softly closing the door behind her. They maneuvered round the tables and closed in on Jake. Suddenly a homeless man pushed his chair back from his table, the screech loud enough to catch Jake's attention. His head spun round at the noise and instantly spotted the two federal agents. He burst from his chair immediately. He darted to the left, jumping over a table to get to the kitchen door, "Not again," Tony said as he chased after Jake. He jumped over the same table and entered the kitchen. Tony sprinted through the kitchen, zipping past kitchen helpers and food trolleys. Jake pushed one over to slow Tony down. Tony hurdled over it with ease and carried on after Jake.

"Will you please stop!" Tony shouted. Jake exited out the back door into a garden, he slammed the door behind him, the door locking in place. When Tony reached the door, he pushed at it with no luck. He pulled up his right leg and kicked the door with everything he had. The door swung open, barely still on its hinges. Once Tony was in the garden he gained speed, He spotted Jake just ahead of him, as he attempted to climb the back wall. Tony reached the wall and jumped, grabbing Jake's legs just before Jake could climb over the top. He pulled and Jake fell back down onto the grass. Tony grabbed Jake before he could run again and handcuffed him.

"Let's not make this a habit huh?" Tony said as he pulled Jake to his feet.