A/N: here's the second chapter, hope you like it. a few things I'l throw out there, this is set somewhere near the end of season 3, Kate was shot and killed, but Tony was not infected with the plague yet, I'm saving that beauty of a plot twist for later. also, this isn't beta-ed, so any mistakes are all mine.
"Gibbs?' Fornell was the first to talk. The paramedics came in and quickly moved Gavin onto a gurney, Ziva and McGee going with him, sensing the tension in the room.
"Let. Me. Go." Tamara's eyes were still narrowed towards the older man.
"What are you doing here?" Gibbs ignored her, but she pulled her arm out and started backing away from him.
"I don't have to answer to you anymore." She glanced over at Tony as another gurney was rolled into the room and they lifted Tony onto it. "I'm going with him." She followed the paramedics out of the room both either of the Senior Agents could say anything else.
"Jethro? You going to tell me what that was about?" Fornell raised an eyebrow and moved with Gibbs out of the apartment. "How do you know Gavin Levine's second in command?"
"Before she even knew what drugs were she was my daughter." Gibbs ignored Fornell's stare and walked down the stairs, having every intention of following the ambulance.
"Do I even have to ask?" Tony was just as curious as Fornell was. Tamara was looking out the back of the ambulance with her arms crossed over her chest.
"No. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to answer you." She sighed a little and looked at Tony. "How's your leg?"
"Kind of hurts. So how do you know Gibbs?" Tony wasn't about to let her get away with it. He wanted to know what was going on.
"You're not going to drop this until you get an answer are you?" Tony shook his head and smirked at her. "You're insufferable."
"That's not what you were saying earlier." Tamara pursed her lips together, then mumbled something. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
"He's my damn father, okay? Happy now?" Tamara growled out and Tony's eyes widened.
"Whoa, he has living offspring," Tony muttered.
"Yeah, well I'm sure he's never talked about me."
"He doesn't talk about his personal life at all really." Tony sucked in a breath when the paramedics wrapped his leg to stem the bleeding.
"Probably wouldn't talk about daughter that he hasn't spoken to in the past eight years." Tony blinked but Tamara didn't move, still not looking at him.
"Listen I really don't wanna talk about this right now." And Tony knew that he wasn't going to get anything else out of her for now.
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Gibbs walked into the hospital room when he was informed that Tony was in and shut the door quietly. He reached to pull a chair closer to his bed and was surprised to see Tamara asleep in said chair.
He had left Gavin with the FBI to be booked and had somehow talked Fornell into letting him talk to Tamara first before the FBI could. Before he could make another move though, the woman woke up and looked at him, neither dare to break the silence.
"So, when are you turning me over?" Tamara spoke after several minutes. "Getting me out of your hair?"
"When do you wanna go?" Gibbs pulled up the chair that was on the other side of the bed. Father and Daughter looked at each over Tony's sleeping body.
"I'd rather never go, but I promised Tony I would." She leaned back in the chair, lifting her feet to rest on the edge of the hospital bed. "I'll go when Tony gets out."
"And when did you make this promise to DiNozzo?" Gibbs had to wonder what exactly happened between his Agent and his estranged daughter.
Tamara glanced out the window to the sky that just beginning to light with the rising sun. "Yesterday morning. Isn't that right Tony?" She kicked his leg and he flinched a little.
"Yup," Tony's voice was quiet, almost embarrassed at getting caught listening. "Sounds about right."
"You make a habit of listening in on conversations?" Tamara smirked at Tony as he slowly opened his eyes.
"I plead the fifth."
"Just how well do you know my daughter, DiNozzo?" Gibbs figured this would be a good time to ask questions. He knew he wouldn't get anything from the woman sitting across from him.
"We slept together." Or maybe he was wrong. Tony's cheeks were turning red rather quickly and he refused to look at his boss. "If it makes a difference I care about him."
"You're not helping my case any," Tony muttered and ran a hand over his face. "So, when is my statement gonna be taken, Boss?"
Gibbs smirked, knowing that Tony was changing the subject so he wouldn't have to admit any feelings. "As soon as you get out of here."
"Doctor said he would probably release me later today." Tony couldn't wait to get out of the hospital.
"Oh, come on Tony. I got precious free hours left, and you wanna hurry it up?" Tamara huffed and crossed her arms.
"They're not going to make you a slave you know." Tony sat up a little in the bed.
"They're gonna take your statement, get any names you got of others, and then they'll let you go." Gibbs added.
"Yeah, keeping me at the end of their leash. Yanking me back whenever they wanna senf me undercover to other drug operations, right?" Tamara glared at her father. "I know how it all works, I remember that."
Before Gibbs could respond the door opened and nurse walked in. "Just here to change some bandages." She noticed the slight tension in the room and Tony shot her a disarming smile.
"Just my bandages, Amy?" Tony hoped that they other two would knock it off before they chased the poor nurse out of the room.
"Yes, Tony." She chuckled a little and Tamara raised an eyebrow. Several minutes later Nurse Amy left and shut the door, and Tamara's foot kicked out hitting it's target of Tony's good leg.
"Ow! Hey!" Tony frowned and rubbed his leg. "What was that for?"
"You are a total tool." Tamara rolled her eyes and stood up. "I'm going to get some coffee, I'll be back." She left the room quickly and Tony glanced over at Gibbs.
"She drinks her coffee black." Tony threw in, now seeing all the similarities between the two.
"I know. She started drinking it when she was 17," Gibbs glanced at him. "I'm thinking of having her transferred into NCIS protection. I don't think we got all of the drug ring, and that might still make her a target."
"You're probably right about that." Tony nodded as he adjusted one of his pillows. "Gavin didn't let me in on a lot, and he would often tell her to leave, too. I think he was working with others, and if he's in jail then that only leaves Tamara to know what his new drug is about."
"I'll talk to Fornell." Gibbs nodded. "Do you know what the new drug is?"
"Not really," Tony shook his head and the door opened.
"The only thing Gavin told us was that it was targeted to women, the ones who didn't wanna stop when they were pregnant." Tamara said, taking her seat once again. She leaned over and handed Gibbs a cup of coffee.
"He also mentioned something about it helping those who wanted to get pregnant." Tony added in.
"Probably some kind of stimulant," Tamara nodded. "But I know where Gavin keeps all of his files, so it probably shouldn't be too hard to find out."
"Unless someone else gets their hands on those files first." Gibbs took a sip from his coffee at the same time Tamara did and Tony had to fight to keep from laughing. "I'm going to have you transferred to NCIS protection, just in case."
"And where exactly would I be staying? 'Cause I'm not staying in one of your safe houses, those things are crap." Tony tried to remembered if Tamara had been this ill tempered when he was undercover, then decided that it was just a little worse when she was with Gibbs.
"That's something we'll figure out later." Gibbs finished his coffee and threw it away. "I'll be back when your released, DiNozzo." Gibbs left and Tony relaxed a little, happy that he had made it out alive after Gibbs found out that he had slept with his daughter.
"After this, I'm doing something that will piss him off," Tamara grumbled under her breath. Tony glanced over and raised an eyebrow. "I'm getting my lip pierced and getting dreadlocks, now that I'll have the time for it." She leaned back in her chair.
"Such a loving family." Tony muttered and leaned his head back.
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"What do you mean she's under NCIS protection?" Fornell glared at Gibbs in the hall outside the Interrogation room that Tamara sat in.
"Exactly what it sounds like Tobias," Gibbs growled back. "We have reason to believe that she may still be in danger, and we're going to take care of got your drug ring, with the help of my Agent might I add."
"She's the one with all the names and information!"
"Information that she doesn't have at the moment, and we'll take care of that too." Gibbs narrowed his eyes. "Once she gets it we'll send you the copies."
"Jethro-" Both men turned when the interrogation door opened.
"You two are aware that I can hear you, right?" Tamara pursed her lips together. "And I'd rather not spend all day in this room, with who knows how many Agents behind that glass watching me."
"My Director has approved it Fornell." Gibbs said and walked into the room, closing the door.
"If you two are done feuding," Tamara sat down in the chair. "Would he make ex-wife number four?"
"She is quite toothy," Ziva commented to McGee and Tony behind the two way mirror.
"Mouthy," Tony corrected. "She takes after Gibbs."
"I would tell you that you'll be staying with me, but something tells me that you would prefer staying with DiNozzo." Gibbs leaned back in his own chair, staring at the twenty-six year old.
"Do I get a choice?"
"Not really. But too avoid you sneaking out, and getting into more trouble, I'll let you stay with him." Gibbs restrained from rubbing his face. "Although he can get himself into trouble without any help, I know that he can take care of you."
Tamara smirked a little. "And you're not scared that we're going to sleep with each other again?"
"I'd really rather not know."
McGee and Ziva both turned to look at Tony, who was slowly trying to hobble away with his crutch. "Was that part of the op, Tony?" McGee blocked the door while Ziva pulled Tony back.
"Hey, that's none of you business," Tony attempted to defend himself.
"In two days we'll take you to go get those files and names," Gibbs stood up from his chair and headed for the door, Tamara following him. "You'll stay with Tony until we can apprehend everyone."
"I can take care of myself you know," Tamara kicked the door shut. "I've been doing it for eight years.
"Humor me." Gibbs rolled his eyes and opened the door to the viewing room. McGee and Ziva jumped back and Tony blinked. "Meet your new roommate, Tony. Take her home. Surveillance is already being set up."
"Consider it done, Boss." Tony walked past the other two Agents and Tamara joined his side as they headed down the hall.
"Too bad you got a bum leg," Tamara smirked. "You could have carried me to your car." She made sure that the others were still in earshot before they turned the corner.
Tony groaned and shook his head. "You're going to get me killed."
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"I'm serious, Tony, I've never seen that movie." Tamara nudged the door to his apartment open while both had boxes in their arms. "I haven't seen a lot of movies."
"I can tell." He huffed and set the boxes down on the ground. Locking the door he shook his head. "We have many more movie nights in the future then."
Tamara laughed as she put her own books down. "You and your movies-" she gasped when she was pushed to the ground and felt a prick in her arm.
Tony turned around to see a man pinning Tamara to the ground. He reached for his gun as he ran forward, realizing that he didn't have his gun as the man stood up to face Tony. An arm went out and a fist caught Tony's gut. Tony lost his breath as he doubled over with pain, then fell to the ground when the butt of a gun connected with his skull.
"Tony!" Tamara scrambled over to the unconscious Agent, and looked up at the man, not recognizing him.
"That was from Gavin." He smirked and pocketed the gun and needle, leaving the apartment.
Tamara felt her breathing speed up and her limbs were becoming heavy. Fumbling inside of Tony's pockets she found his cell phone and found the speed dial for Gibbs. She pressed the green button as her arms failed to hold her up off of the ground anymore. Her vision was starting to fade and she barely heard the response as the phone fell from her fingers.
"D-dad, Tony's. Sen-send help." Her muscles tensed and she grit her teeth in pain. Her joints locked up and she rolled onto her back, closing her eyes, not hearing the reply from the phone.