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The black hood was placed over his head the moment he was forced into the back of the car and he gasped when his hands were jerked behind him, bound with duck tape. He was shaking so hard he was a little surprised the man was able to get the tape wrapped around him so tight.

The ride was silent.

"I-is Gibbs okay?"

"Shut up."

Tony bit his lip at the tone, but forced the words out any way, refusing to back down. This was more important than being afraid.

"Is Gibbs okay?"

"He's fine, but if you don't shut your trap he won't be for long."

Tony went quiet. He didn't really have anything else to say anyway.

He took a deep shuddering breath and held it as the tears streamed down his face.

Gibbs is okay. I'm not, but that's okay. Gibbs will find me. He always finds me. Everything will be okay. Gibbs promised. Everything will be okay. Dad promised.

He winced as he was knocked back and forth in the backseat, not held down by a seat belt and unable to keep his balance with his arms trapped behind him. After one harsh step on the brakes, Tony flew forward and slid onto the floorboards, trapped between the seats.

"Hold still you little sh*t."

Tony huddled down on the floorboards, bracing himself against the seats the best he could, not wanting to draw the man's attention to him anymore than it needed to be.

He didn't know how long they drove, but to the frightened nine year old it felt like an eternity. When the vehicle lurched to a stop he felt a rush of relief, but when he heard the door open, and felt the man reach for him, he jerked away, kicking his feet out, hoping to hit the stranger.

He didn't really know what was going on, but he did know this-

He did not want to go where that man was taking him.

"Son of a b*tch!"

The man reached out and slammed his fist into the side of Tony's head, knocking him into the seats and making the small boy fall to the side. Exercising no gentleness or caution, he yanked the boy from the car and towed him towards the dark house.

Tony dragged his feet, jerking his head trying to get the hood off his face.

"Stop squirming!"

The man backhanded him again and sped up, eager to be rid of his burden. Tony tried to catch up, but he ended up just being dragged, his socked feet catching on the cobblestone.

The man opened the door and stormed down memorized hallways before stopping outside a thick oak door.

Knock knock knock.

"Enter."

The man stepped into the room and pulled out a pocket knife, slicing through the duck tape, releasing Tony's hands and ripping the hood off his head.

Tony flinched at the sudden onset of light.

"My money?"

"Envelope's on the table."

The man nodded to the form behind the desk and turned, shutting the door behind him as he left.

Tony's eyes adjusted and he looked at the man standing from the desk and advancing towards him.

He suddenly wished the stranger was back.

"Hello Junior."

Tony sighed and closed his eyes, clenching his fists, before raising his head and meeting the eyes of the man now standing before him.

"Hello father."

XxxX

Abby sniffed as she typed, rage and fear warring inside of her until the only thing she could do is cry. She wiped her nose on the corner of her vampire pajama's and leaned closer to the screen. Gibbs had called in the team and and she had rushed from her apartment to the lab, not even bothering to get change out of her pajama's and matching slippers.

"Abby, anything?"

She shook her head,

"Still tracking Gibbs, your crazy paranoid neighbor's security camera gave us a plate and the man's face, but the cars registered as stolen. I'm doing my best to follow it through traffic cameras and other security camera's around town but that can only take us so far. McGee and Kate are still trying to find the man's name."

Gibbs clenched his fist and made a move to stand, but Ducky put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down.

"Jethro hold still, I'm not done yet."

"Ducky I'm fine I have to-"

"You have to nothing. Jethro you were pistol whipped. That is nothing to simply shake off. If you refuse to go to a hospital you will sit there and let me take care of this. Abigail is doing all she can as are Timothy and Kaitlin, not to mention Michael and Tobias. We will find Tony, I promise you."

Gibbs turned tortured eyes to his friend.

"But will we find him in time?"

Ducky had never seen his long time colleague and friend in a state like this before. He was balancing the tightrope between despair and fury and it was ripping him apart. Looking at the desperation written across his face, Ducky found he couldn't answer, he simply squeezed his shoulder and continued his ministrations.

All the while praying silently.

Please, please let him be returned to us. Please.

XxxX

Anthony looked Tony up and down with critical eyes before he made a noise of distaste and turned away, walking back to his desk. Tony crossed his arms in front of him and kept a close eye on his father as the the man leaned against the desk and continued to study him.

"You're taller."

What?

Tony didn't answer. He wasn't sure he could if he tried.

He continued to stare at the boy, while Tony grew more and more uncomfortable under his glare.

"There's liquor in the closet. Pour me a glass."

Tony stiffened. This was where his choice lay. If he poured him the cognac and stood at attention...he would be right back where he was all those months ago before Gibbs came walking into his life. He would be right back on the floor watching his father wave his belt and scream obscenities, his eyes bloodshot and filled with hate. This is where he chose who he was. Was he Anthony DiNozzo Jr? Or was he Tony Gibbs? It was his decision.

"No."

The man raised an eyebrow.

"What was that?"

"I said no. I'm not pouring you a drink. T-tell me what's going on."

Tony fought the shake in his voice, but didn't back down.

Anthony moved forward and Tony took a half step back but didn't move any farther as his father encroached on his space and looked down at him.

There was a brief beat of silence were they both regarded each other before Anthony reached down and grabbed the front of Tony's sweatshirt. He lifted him off the ground and in a fit of fury he slammed him against the wood paneling of the wall. His voice was calm though and didn't betray the violence in his eyes.

"You've been living with that cop. You're different. You finally grew a backbone, learned how to talk."

Tony grabbed ahold of his father's arm, digging in his nails, trying to make him let go.

"Please...just tell me what's going on."

The man regarded Tony before smirking.

"You're my son. I don't have to tell you anything. Besides we're late. We have a plane to catch."

He dropped Tony and the boy crumbled at his feet. Tony looked up at him and spat the words out.

"I'm not your son."

Anthony froze, his back to Tony.

"Excuse me?"

XxxX

The sun was rising.

Tony had been missing roughly four hours.

Three hours ago Abby had turned to Gibbs with tears running down her cheeks and said that they had lost sight of the car, it had vanished, leaving the D.C. Area.

Two hours ago Kate had told him they didn't have any hits on the image of the man forcing the boy into the car.

Gibbs had put his fist through a wall and then flew from the lab.

Abby watched him go and then turned to Ducky.

"I...I tried…there was… I couldn't..."

Ducky pulled her into his arms.

"There there my dear. You did all you could. It's going to be alright. It's going to be alright."

Abby buried her head in the shorter man's shoulder and sobbed. Ducky patted her back and bit back his own tears when his eyes lit upon the picture sitting next to Abby's computer screen.

It was taken a few weeks ago, before the mess started.

Abby, Tobias and Tony were playing cards, with Tobias and Abby caught in an intense discussion and Tony taking advantage of their distraction to peak at Tobias' cards. Gibbs could be seen in the background laughing at the boy.

Ducky's hand shook as he comforted Abby, remembering that it was he who snapped the picture.

"We'll find him Abigail. Somehow, Gibbs will find him."

…

Gibbs came out of the elevator and collided with McGee.

"McGee! What the hell?"

"Gibbs, I've got something!"

Gibbs felt his gut lurch with something that felt suspiciously like hope.

"And?"

McGee turned back to the bullpen, practically running to the plasma with Gibbs close behind.

"You know how we couldn't find the driver on our database?"

Tobias and Mike stepped up, flanking Gibbs who nodded.

"Well I decided to expand the search outside...our... normal parameters."

"What the hell does that mean?" Mike grumbled to Gibbs who looked to the practically vibrating with excitement younger agent.

"It means he hacked in some other agencies systems to see if they knew anything about this man that we didn't. What did you find?"

McGee hit a button on his computer bringing the plasma to life.

"His name's Daylen Grey. He's basically muscle for hire with a history longer than my arm. He's been implicated in drug running and even in a couple sanctioned gang related murders. But here's the kicker, he's never been arrested because he's an informant for the d*mn CIA! He has immunity for whatever crimes he's committed as long as he keeps feeding them information."

Tobias spoke up.

"Information on what?"

McGee shrugged and held out a piece of paper.

"I didn't dig that far. The guy looks to have a hand in everything though, so it's not hard to imagine what he could be telling them. I did manage to find an address though. It was insanely clever of DiNozzo boss, he found someone who can't be threatened with jail time if he's found. He won't give up DiNozzo's location because we have nothing to put against him. I wonder how he even found him."

Gibbs snatched the piece of paper from his hands.

"It's not jail time I'm threatening him with McGee. He'll talk."

With that he turned and stormed from the room with Fornell and Franks on his six.

Mike looked to Tobias and gave him a hard smile, his hand stroking his gun.

"Let's go hunting."

XxxX

"What did you just say to me?"

Tony pulled himself to his feet and glared up at the man, gathering all the courage he had.

"I am not your son anymore. Gibbs is my dad now."

Anthony swung his arm out and knocked the boy back to the ground.

"You ungrateful little brat. That man is not your father. I. Am. Your. Father."

The man kicked Tony in the chest and he cried out when he felt the foot connect with his ribs. He reached down and grabbed Tony ramming him into the wall again.

"Are you listening to me? That man is nothing, you are nothing. I am your father and you will do as I say. Do you understand?"

Tony glared at him through slitted eyes but said nothing. DiNozzo tightened his grip and shook him with every word.

"I said do you understand?"

In a burst of anger, Tony could feel the words building up and he could do nothing to stop them.

"No I don't understand! What are you doing? Why are you taking me? You could have gone away and not had anything to do with me anymore. You don't want a son, you don't want me! Why did you come back? What do you want?"

Anthony stared at the boy in shock, he had never heard him say so much at one time, most of the time the child was cowering, hiding from his anger, whispering apologies for things he didn't even understand.

This was something new.

He didn't like it.

"You useless little waste, I do want a son. One who's actually worth something, someone to carry on in my name and keep the family line going, the business going. What I got was you. I don't have to explain myself to you Junior. You listen to me and listen well. We are getting on a plane and we are not coming back here. You will not see that man or any of those other agents again. You are mine Junior. That's all you are and all you ever will be."

Tony swallowed against a tight throat and stared at the man with defiance.

"No. You can take me with you, but I'm not yours. Not anymore."

With that said he kicked his legs out, his foot catching his father in the eye and making him drop the boy. DiNozzo grabbed his right eye in pain while Tony scrambled to his feet, running to the door.

With a roar of rage DiNozzo chased after the child.

Tony was halfway down the hall when the man caught his foot, bringing him to the ground. Tony cried out and started kicking again, hopelessly trying to send his father back. DiNozzo drew back a fist and knocked the boy in the jaw, stunning the child. Grabbing his arm he dragged him back into the office and threw him towards the desk, causing his head to crack against the corner of the strong wood. Tony slid to the floor, his vision wavering and his stomach twisting. He looked up at the angry man, dazed, trying desperately to get his eyes to focus.

With fury burning in his gaze, DiNozzo looked down at the boy and pulled off his belt.

"I think...you need to be reminded of your place."

XxxX

Gibbs moved with rage towards the lit apartment, Tobias and Mike close on his heels.

"Probie."

He didn't slow.

"What?"

"Do what you have to, but remember, he has to be able to give you information when this is over."

Gibbs gave a hard nod and stopped in front of the door. He glanced over at Tobias.

"If you have a problem with what's about to happen..."

Tobias waved a hand towards the door.

"Leave a piece for the rest of us."

Gibbs kicked the door open.

Daylen Grey leaped up from the he chair was lounging in, a bottle of beer hanging from his finger tips. The men stared at him, there was no doubt, it was the man who took Tony. The video had showed him dragging the boy to the car, forcing a hood over his head and taping his hands behind his back before driving off. There was no question. It was him.

"What the hell? What is this!"

Gibbs stepped into the room and Fornell pushed the broken door shut best he could.

"Where did you take the kid?"

The man relaxed slightly and took another swig of beer.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Mike raised an eyebrow and closed the shades, blocking the view from anyone who may pass by.

"Really?"

The man crossed his arms and leaned back, his eyes darting between the men.

"Really. Now get out."

Gibbs' eyes narrowed.

"Last chance. Where is Tony?"

The man shrugged and eased his hand behind his back.

Seeing the movement Gibbs grabbed the man by the collar and jerked him forward, spinning him around and pulling the gun from the back of his cargo pants.

"Feeling threatened?"

The man attempted to glare at Gibbs but didn't answer, trying to turn back to face him. Gibbs smiled.

"Good."

He tossed the gun on the bed and spun the man back around, twisting his arm until he heard the pop.

The man screamed in pain.

"You want to tell me now where you took the boy?"

"You're that Gibbs guy the brat kept asking about. Don't hold your breath, he's long gone."

Gibbs slammed him on his back and drove his foot into his solar plexus.

The man let a strangled cry.

Gibbs hauled the man back to his feet.

"What do you mean he's gone?"

The man shook his head choking for air.

Gibbs growled and hooked his leg under the man's knee, slamming his elbow down on his leg and applying just enough pressure to make the knee come out of place. The man cried out and fell to the ground.

"Would you like to tell me now?"

"Go to hell!"

"You first."

He wrapped one arm under his jaw and placed his hand on top of his head.

"You want to tell me where you took my son, or should I break something you can't put back together?"

…

Gibbs, Fornell and Mike flew down the abandoned road, disregarding every traffic law that there was, pushing Gibbs' charger to speeds it had never reached before.

"How much farther?"

"Down this road, three miles. Almost there."

Mike double checked the ammunition in his weapon while Tobias leaned forward in his seat.

"How far's McGee and Todd?"

"Ten minutes."

Gibbs nodded but didn't answer when he saw the large house come up out of the trees.

"There it is."

The car screeched to a halt and the men burst from the car, running to the house.

There was no sign of life.

The men kicked open the door and ran down the hallway, checking rooms as they went.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

Gibbs came to last door on the bottom floor and hesitated for half a breath, before kicking the door open.

It was an office.

Empty.

Gibbs searched the room with his eyes and felt his heart catch in his throat when he saw the damage to the room. There was a spotting of blood on the light colored on the corner of the desk and Gibbs followed the trace behind the desk.

What he saw made the blood drain from his face.

"Gibbs, the upstairs is clear. Anything?"

Tobias came into the room and paused when he saw the stricken look on Gibbs face.

"Gibbs?"

Mike showed up behind him.

Gibbs pointed to the space behind the desk. Exchanging worried looks the men stepped forward.

"Oh my-"
"Probie..."

"I'm going to kill him."

There was no lie, no exaggeration on Gibbs face. He meant it.

Gibbs turned from the room and walked away, back to hall. Tobias and Mike looked st the scene that had driven their fearless friend from the room.

There was blood pooled on the hardwood floors and splattered on the wall. A stained and ruined belt lay to the side, its buckle bent and the leather now curled in.

"That's a lot of..."

Mike looked to Tobias who swallowed hard and turned to the door and headed after Gibbs.

"I know. When we find DiNozzo, get Tony and get out the way. I don't care what the hell we're 'supposed to do'. When he find him, his *ss is Gibbs'. No questions asked."

Mike looked back at the evidence of Tony's nightmare on the floor before answering.

"Agreed."