Tony dropped his phone into its cradle. "They just hit the parking lot!"

McGee leapt from his desk and hurried away. Bishop was also on her feet, scrambling to tidy the bull pen, making sure the binders of MacGyver's mission files were tucked away on a bottom shelf. McGee returned a moment later, carefully putting two steaming cardboard cups on Gibbs' desk before returning to his own. "Ducky only had Darjeeling," he apologized for no apparent reason.

The elevator opened with its customary 'ding'. Gibbs and MacGyver strode into the bull pen, and Gibbs slowed up in consternation as three expectant faces looked up at them.

"Morning, Boss!" the three agents chimed together.

"Morning, MacGyver!" Tony added in the same breath.

"MacGyver, I'm glad you are feeling better!" Bishop overlapped him.

"Good to see you today, MacGyver!" McGee finished over the top of her words.

Gibbs pushed on through his confusion, with Mac trailing so closely behind him that he actually bumped into him when Gibbs halted at the sight of the two cups on his desk, next to a cell phone, a laptop computer, and a plastic bag containing the rest of MacGyver's belongings.

"Tony, you found it!" MacGyver exclaimed, snatching his phone off of Gibbs' desk. "Oh, you have no idea how glad I am to see this!"

"McGee did a 'Ping and Ring' using then number you gave us, and Bishop helped me look," Tony said modestly. As Mac shook his head without understanding, Tony explained. "He pinged your phone to see what general area it was in, then he dialed your number and we listened for the ringtone once we'd arrived on site."

MacGyver looked it over, noting the scratches on its surface. "Where was it?"

"It was about ten feet from where you'd parked your Jeep, under the edge of a pallet leaning against the building," Tony said. "You were sitting in your Jeep when you had Schwimmer under surveillance, right?" At Mac's nod, Tony bobbed his head. "You probably had your phone on your lap, and when Schwimmer got shot, you jumped up to help him. Your phone went flying, and you didn't notice."

"That makes sense," Mac agreed. "Truly, you guys, thank you!" Still holding the phone up to his chest, Mac upended the bag and started filling his pockets with his keys, his loose change, his ID card, and his beloved Swiss Army Knife.

"What's this, now?" Gibbs asked, gesturing to the two coffee cups.

"Oh, we needed a coffee run, and thought you and Mac might like something too," Tony filled in quickly. "High-test and black for you, Boss..."

"...And a Darjeeling for MacGyver," McGee jumped in. "Since you don't prefer coffee."

Gibbs eyed his team warily, noticing the distinct lack of coffee cups on any of their desks or in their trash cans. "Uh-huh…?"

Mac leaned in a little closer as he sensed the tide of 'fanboy' appreciation rising in the enclosed space. "What's goin' on?" he whispered, praying the heat forming near his collar wasn't an embarrassed blush.

Gibbs' eyes tightened under quirked brows as his gaze swept over his three bright-eyed agents. His lips thinned as they all leapt up and fumbled eagerly for their files and the plasma screen remotes. The look he returned to MacGyver clearly indicated that he had no idea, so turned back to his team and barked, "Report!"

"We got access to Andy Schwimmer's phone and computer accounts," McGee started off. "It looks as if he had been receiving threatening messages from Salazar's organization, something about a 'service fee' that had not been collected yet. Schwimmer sent multiple emails, at first indicating that he'd never agreed to the 'service' in question, then as the threats grew more serious, he began begging for more time, saying that he had no way of producing that kind of money."

"Do we know what kind of 'service' Salazar seems to think he provided?" MacGyver asked, reading the emails from the plasma screen. "Like father, like son," he muttered under his breath. "I can practically hear Jack's voice speak those words."

Gibbs turned to him. "We looked into Dalton Airlines," he said with a bit of hesitation.

Mac nodded, looking as if he were bracing himself for the worst. "The best I'm hoping to hear is that while he's not doing anything overtly illegal, there's enough shade in his business deals to grow mushrooms."

Tony jumped up at that, looking pleased with himself. "Actually, what we found is a lot more interesting. Dalton Airlines does operate out of the Caymans, but that's only the umbrella name of his different companies."

Astonishment was apparent in Mac's expressive face. "What? How deep is he in trouble?"

"According to what we've found so far, his companies consist of one international courier service that services primarily the Eastern Seaboard of the U.S. and most of the Caribbean Islands. He also owns and operates two small tourist airlines that fly between most of the Caribbean Islands. We looked into each one, especially the courier service."

"That's classic 'Jack' right there," Mac sighed, shaking his head. "Who, and what, is he transporting?"

"It looks like middle-income families who want to island hop on a budget. His flight plans are always up to date, he does a background check on each person, and he invites Customs and security to his hangars."

"Are you sure we're talking about the same Jack Dalton?" Mac demanded. "I know my buddy started showing some real promise before we parted company, but that leopard would need a lot of dye to change his spots!"

"Or bleach," Bishop added. "Right around the time of is marriage to Natalie Schwimmer, his entire business went under a major overhaul; cleaning up his accounting practices, upgrading client bases, and instituting training schedules for everyone in his organization. He'd been on a few agencies' radar, but it seems he went legitimate."

"It's a privately held family company; each of the four family members holds stock in it," McGee added. "It's worth quite a bit, and it's all above board."

"Maybe becoming a family man made him see the light," Mac shrugged, hoping it was true but still having trouble believing it. "When this is all over, I'll have to get back in touch with him." A thought made him pause. "You said 'four family members'? Do Jack and Natalie have another kid?""

"It doesn't look like it," McGee shrugged. "According to the business structure, Andy is the Vice President and legal heir of the company."

"The 'Air-Apparent'?" Mac offered innocently. He sighed heavily as Gibbs was the only one who rolled his eyes.

McGee was too involved in his research to catch the joke. "I haven't found any further information on the additional family member. Dalton and Schwimmer are making plans to come to DC to be with their son," he offered instead. "They should arrive later today. We can ask them then."

Mac's left eye started an unbidden twitch. "Greeeaaaatttt…" he drawled. When everyone looked at him with mild surprise and curiosity, he blew out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "I shoulda figured they'd come running to be with Andy, and frankly, I think that's the best for everyone. I'd just 'back-burnered' that thought. I didn't realize that Jack and I would be in the same neighborhood again."

"A lot can change in fifteen years," Gibbs reminded him.

Mac shrugged, then turned back to the screen. "So, if Jack's above board, what did Andy get wrapped up in?"

"His financials show an influx of money about six months ago. I'm still trying to trace its source. The evidence indicates Andy Schwimmer was actively employed by the courier company at the time, and he took a job that wasn't run through scheduling."

"A run on the side that Daddy didn't know about? That doesn't sound good."

"That trip never happened. We got a call this morning from the Hospital, Boss, saying that Schwimmer had woken up."

"Tony, you and Bishop…" Gibbs began.

"Already went there, Boss!" Tony exclaimed with pride. "We interviewed him and got his statement." As Gibbs stared at him, Tony gestured to their guest. "We figured we'd take care of it, since you and MacGyver hadn't come in yet." He shared a grin with Bishop and McGee as Gibbs had to give them a nod of approval. "Schwimmer had been told the product to be transferred was textiles... Tee shirts, beach bags, and stuff like that for the tourists, shipped this way to avoid paying import taxes. It seems that Andy found out exactly who he was dealing with and shut that trip down. The drugs never left the ground. An 'anonymous' tip to the police resulted in a raid of the facilities, but apparently Salazar was expecting something like that, and he'd already cleaned out his warehouse there,"

"Moving the product was expensive, and it wasn't delivered on time, so Salazar lost a lot of money. That's what he was trying to get out of Schwimmer," McGee reported, putting more of the emails on the plasma screen.

Mac gazed heavenward and enacted a sigh. "Yeah, that nut didn't fall far from that tree. Only someone related to Jack could get into so much trouble by trying 'to do the right thing'."

"Let's find the guy that shot him!" Gibbs ordered, gesturing for his team to get to work.