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"Okay, Anthony. I am very delighted. But you can't go in those rags to the meeting. Change into a suit" Dinozzo Sr. suggested.

"I don't have any, Sir."

Dinozzo Sr. grimaced with discontent. "Why don't you have a suit? Didn't I give you money to buy clothes?"

"That was one year ago. I had to buy Sofia's clothes, too. And some stuff for school. It was barely enough money left for my winter coat."

"Why didn't you ask for more money?"

Tony didn't answer; he just glared at his father. Dinozzo Sr. cleared his throat.

"At least change into your school uniform."

"I can do this. But it's undersize. And the shirt isn't as white as it was three years ago. I needed to mend the trousers at some places, too. All in all it doesn't look very good anymore. Even my teachers started to complain about my uniform."

That was such an uncomfortable situation. Tony didn't have anything like a conversation with his father since… he couldn't even remember ever having a conversation with his dad. Now Tony was standing there, making clear to his dad that Tony didn't have proper clothes for a business meeting.

"If you don't have the backbone to ask me for more money, you could at least have a side job and buy yourself an adequate school uniform. When I was your age, I always had a side job."

"I do have a side job. Actually it is more like a real job since I am working 30 hours a week as a dish washer." Tony could hardly repress his anger. "But, you know, I have to buy books for school, too. Pay for Sofia's school trips and after school activities. And it's not like I want my little sister to be an outsider, just because her father doesn't want to buy her the same toys and clothes other girl's in her age have. I actually don't care about my school uniform. Neither do I care about suits."

As soon as Tony said this, he was frightened. He didn't want to have a fight now. He was still exhausted from the fight the day before. But his father would never accept such an impudent talk.

Dinozzo Sr. stepped up to Tony. Tony closed his eyes, waiting to be beat up by his father. But his father just opened his wallet.

"Anthony, here you have my credit card. Buy yourself a new school uniform and one or more suits. But please no cheap ones. You can have this credit card as long as you agree to work for me. And quit your side job. I don't want my son to work as a dish washer."

Tony gaped at his father in disbelieve.

"Anthony, don't look at me like this. You aren't a kid anymore. Maybe you are a bit less lazy and stupid than I always thought. It is time for you to step into family business. But for now, take a suit of our butler. He should have the same size as you. He is in holidays. Just take one out of his room. We will meet in a half hour at my bureau. Don't be late."

„Kelly, "Abby knocked on the girl's door. „Breakfast is ready. Hey, are you okay?"

Abby opened the door and saw Kelly crying.

"Yes, I am, Abby." Kelly lied and wiped away her tears.

"Oh, come on, sweetie. You can't cry on Christmas Day. Okay, actually you can, but you can't lie to me. What is it?"

"I just broke off my friendship with Tony. You were right, he is a troublemaker."

Abby sat down next to Kelly and hugged her.

"Tony? That troublemaker we talked yesterday about? This might be the better way."

"I guess so. But I really loved to talk to him. He was… different than all the others at school. He was so mature, but on the same time childish and funny."

"You can still talk to him. I never said that you can't be friends. As long as you keep off the trouble he causes and you don't date him… You can be friends. No one would forbid you that."

"But dad does."

"Gibbs forbade you to be friends with him?"

"Yes. I haven't told you everything, Abby. Tony… you know his last name is Dinozzo. His dad might be a criminal. At least dad said so."

"Your Tony is the son of Anthony Dinozzo?"

"Yes."

"Are you crazy? I absolutely forbid you to be friends with that Tony!"

"It is okay, Abby." Kelly started to cry again. "I told you, I broke off our friendship."

Tony felt uncomfortable sitting with his dad and some racketeers. His dad had ordered him to say nothing after greeting the men. He just had to sit there and listen while drinking some whiskey. Tony's dad surely didn't mind that Tony was a minor.

There were two men who visited his father. They seemed to be very close with his father. They were talking about some drug-transfer from South America to USA. Although they actually never mentioned the word "drug", it was very clear to Tony, what they were talking about.

After two hours they were finished. The bottle of whiskey was quite empty. Dinozzo Sr. seemed to be content with their meeting. They had planned a new route for transfer.

"You did well, Anthony." Dinozzo Sr. praised his son as soon as the men left. Tony felt weird. It was the first time in his life that his father complimented on him.

"I didn't do much. It wasn't very hard to sit silently and drink some whiskey."

Dinozzo Sr. smiled. "Don't worry. Soon enough, you will be the one talking. But until then, listen and learn."

"Yes Sir."

"You can go now, Anthony."

"Thank you."

"And Anthony…?"

"Yes?"

"Merry Christmas, Anthony. Go out with your sister for dinner tonight. Pay with the credit card I gave you. Unfortunately I don't have time to go with you."

"Thank you, Sir."

"You are welcome, son."

Tony went down the street. He light on a cigarette and put on the hood of his coat. It was still snowing. Today had been a really different day. He talked with his father quite normally. He didn't have to fight with that man. He gave Tony his credit card. Tomorrow Tony would go shopping with his sister. That little girl grew so fast, she needed new clothes. And Tony would buy himself clothes, too. It felt so nice to wear that suit today.

Tony and his sister had a nice dinner, too. Sofia was already sleeping peacefully as did Dinozzo Sr., who drank himself asleep.

It was late evening. Today was a strange day. But this evening should end even more strange.

Tony slowly turned his head around and looked carefully behind himself. Yes, they were following him as they always did.

Today was the first and most likely the only day his father had been nice to him. But nevertheless Tony would betray him.

He stopped and leaned against a wall. It was a narrow blind alley. The FBI would most likely park their car fifty meters from where he stood right now.

He waited until he saw them parking the car and turning off the motor.

Then Tony went back. He went to the black car with the darkened glass and knocked at the window.

A man opened the window. He had a bald patch. You couldn't call him beautiful, but he looked as Tony imagined a FBI agent had to look.

"Yes?" The man asked.

"I have something, which might interest you."

"How come?"

"I know that you guys are from the FBI. I know that you are watching us for months. You think my dad is criminal? You are right, he is. And you know what? I hate him even more than you guys can imagine. You already took a fucking long time to bring him down. So I thought I might help you."

An African-American man stepped out of the car to Tony. He showed his badge.

"I am Agent Sacks. I will check if you have any weapons with you, then you can get into the car and we will talk. Alright, Anthony?"

"I'm fine with that. I don't have any weapons. But you can check if you want."

Tony felt quite nervous in the car together with the two agents. But Tony had to do this.

"Okay, Tony. I can call you Tony, can't I?" Tony nodded fast. "I am Agent Fornell. First of all how did you know, that we were watching you?"

Tony grinned. Even though he was nervous like hell he couldn't resist giving a cheeky answer.

"I am truly sorry, but you did a really bad job. I noticed that you were watching me around October. I even saw that Agent Slacks phoning in front of my school. You know, just because I am a high-school student –a bad one by the way-, doesn't mean that I am dump and do not notice some Agents watching me 24 hours."

Fornell and Sacks watched at each other. They seemed to accept Tony's answer though obviously offended.

"Does your father know that we are watching?"

"I don't know. But he is not dump either. So I guess, he knows."

"Well, Tony. What did you want to tell us?"

Tony hands began to shake lightly. He hoped that the agents wouldn't notice it. Tony hated his father but still it was not easy to betray him. Maybe Tony was scared about what would happen to him and his sister. What if Sofia got an even more awful foster family? What if Dinozzo Sr. would find out what Tony did before the FBI would arrest him? He would kill Tony that time for sure.

"Tony? Are you alright?" Fornell asked.

"Yes Sir."

Tony took out his mobile phone.

"I went with my father to one of his business meetings. It was my first time. Never went to one before. I recorded it with my phone. The quality is bad; it's a cheap phone, you know. But it should be enough to arrest my dad and to stop that drug transfer."

Tony gave the phone to Fornell. One moment the FBI agent was lost for words.

"Thank you, Tony." Agent Fornell said. "That was very brave of you. But it was too dangerous. You shouldn't have done it."

"Why was it dangerous? My dad wouldn't notice it. And if he did, I would tell that it was an accident. Then he would delete the file and beat me up. But he does that all the time anyway. I think you guys know that- you watched my family for months." Tony said bitter.

"We will drive now to the agency." Agent Sacks changed the topic. "You will give evidence and we will listen to your tape."

"Then you will arrest my father?"

"Yes."

"Thanks."

Tony sat patiently waiting in the interrogation room. The agent left half an hour ago. He felt tired. He had to explain about two thousand times what he heard at the meeting. Tony gave them a recording. Why the hell did he have to tell it again, not only one time but a thousand times?

"Are you okay, Tony?" the guy from the social service asked. Tony was still a minor, so he wasn't allowed to be questioned without someone from the social service. Tony noticed that Fornell was unhappy about that guy being there. At an inconspicuous moment Fornell even advised Tony not to mention child abuse. It would make things much more complicated if social service would interfere.

"Yes, I'm fine." He wasn't fine at all. His head hurt awfully. He just wanted to sleep. Hell, he still had a concussion. He began to feel dizzy again.

The guy from social service nodded and explained, "Okay, I have to go to the toilet. I have a bad stomach. Shouldn't have eaten the kebab before. You don't have to tell them anything before I come back, okay? You can sue them if they want you to talk to them." Then he ran out of the room towards the toilets.

Not even a second later Fornell and Sacks entered the interrogation room.

"Tony. We listened to your recording about a thousand times. It's not enough." Fornell explained shortly. "We can arrest you father with that what you said, but we cannot bring down his criminal organization. There are far more people than you father who are involved and who would continue with drug transfer and human trafficking. Not to mention the arms trade your father might be involved. We will not arrest your father yet. Of course it is your right to go to the police and social service and to hope that they will help you. But there is another way, too."

Tony sighed. Of course it would have been far too easy if the FBI arrested his father just like that.

"And that way would be?"

"You help us. You continue to pretend to be interested in your father's business. You give us all information you got. You install some bugs in your house. But that would all be unofficially. We are actually not allowed to let a minor work for us."

Tony met the two agents with disbelief.

"You don't really mean that, do you?"

"I do. But if you are scared, forget about it. Call social service or wait for us to help you."

"I am not scared. I can do that."

What did Tony said just now? He didn't even think about it. But he said it. He would do it.

Fornell and Sacks looked at each other with content.

"Well, then Tony. Let me explain everything. Mr. Smith from Social Service will take a while in the toilet. I guess the kebab he ate this evening wasn't that good. Or maybe it was the coffee I gave him." Fornell grinned devilishly.

"You will go with your father to any meetings he takes you. Remember well the face, appearance and their conversations. As soon as you are alone write it down -maybe in your exercise books from school, no one is interested in homework of a high-school student. Be sure that your father doesn't find out about it. Are you fine with that, Tony? You can quit if you don't want to do that."

Tony shook his head. "I can do this."

"Here you have a second phone. It's the same type of phone you already have. Keep it always with you. You can reach me and Agent Sacks anytime. If you feel insecure or if you have any problem, call us. Clear?"

"Crystal."

Fornell smiled at the answer.

"This are bugs, Tony. I will show you how to bring them on, it is not that hard."

Fornell showed Tony some microchip not larger than a coin.

"Does your father use a mouse at his computer?" Fornell showed Tony the hardware in his hand.

"Yeah, he does."

"Good. Open the mouse like this, if possible. And put the bug in like this. Have a go at it."

Tony did it as Fornell told him.

"Perfect, Tony. I guess teenagers are fast at learning that technical stuff. You can do the same with your father's phone. Be careful; put it only if you are sure that it can't be find by anyone. The best places are lamps or under the desk… but this are the places where an experienced criminal would first look out for bugs, too. And wear gloves, so that you don't leave fingerprints. Clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Put some bugs in your room, too. We would like to hear if you have a problem."

"Okay."

"Call us in two days after school and report. Don't rush things; don't put yourself in unnecessary danger. If you want to quit, quit. If you have any problem and I mean any, call me at any time. It's no problem. We are not far away from your house. Watching you. If you are in any danger, we will put you directly in a witness-protection program."

"Yes, Sir."

The guy from social service entered the room again. "Sorry Tony, Agents, for letting you wait, but I really had a bad stomach."

"Are you okay now, Mr. Smith?"

"Well, it's okay. I feel a bit ill, but I can stand it. Tony, did the two men interrogate you, while I was away?"

"No, they just came in and Agent Sacks promised me to bring me some donut and cola, didn't you, Agent Sacks?" Tony's face had an evil grin. Agent Sacks bristled with anger, but nodded.

"Yeah, I will go get it for you, Tony. Wait a minute."

"It is quite late. Agent Fornell, I would like you to ask some last question and then let me drive Tony to a youth center. I guess you will arrest his father tonight, so it is better if he does not stay at home. We will have to get his sister, too."

"No, there is not enough evidence to arrest Mr. Dinozzo Sr. We will bring Tony home."

"That was not enough evidence? Are you crazy? That boy told you that his father organized some drug transfer."

"That's not enough. Let me do my work, I let you do your work. Tony, you are fine with me driving you home, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. Mr. Smith doesn't have to, if he feels ill. I'm perfectly fine with you, Agent Fornell."

Fornell and Sacks watched Tony walking to the door of the Dinozzo mansion, while still chewing on his donut slowly. The boy was obviously dead tired.

"Fornell, what we did just now, it was against the law. We will lose our jobs or even get into prison, if anyone finds out that made a minor work for us."

"I know, Sacks. But this case must be closed soon. You know how many persons are killed because of Dinozzo Sr. This is major. As soon as Tony is an adult we can officially involve him. By the way, when will he turn eighteen?"

"Not so soon. In bit less than year. I hope that we will close the case before that."

"It will be fine as long as Tony doesn't sue us. And he will not. And if he does, who will believe him?"

"Yeah, you might be right. But do you think that that boy is in danger?"

"You want me to be honest, Sacks? Yes, I do think that he is in danger. But he would be anyway."

"You think that the boy is smart enough for this?"

"What do you think, Agent Sacks?"

"I don't like the boy. But I think he was honest and I think that he is far too mature and intelligent for his age."

"So you think that he is smart enough for this?"

Agent Sack hesitated for a second. "Yes, I do think that he is smart enough for that job."

"So, do I."

"Fornell, we just gave a 17 years old boy an undercover job, didn't we?"