Gibbs needed some coffee. His crew needed something to keep going as well. He knew they were doing all they could to get him the information he needed to get Tony and Molly back. The least he could do was get them some coffee.

He went to grab his green Carhartt jacket off the back of his chair when he saw the picture on his desk. It had been years since Gibbs had had anything personal on his desk. Now there stood a silver frame engraved "Team Gibbs." Late in October NCIS held a charity flag football tournament. With Abby, Palmer, Vance and even Ducky, they had enough to form their own team. At the tournament before any team member would take the field they would rub Molly's belly for good luck. It seemed to work because they won the tournament. In the picture was the entire team with Molly in the middle. Everyone had a hand on her belly. That was the day Tony had named his son Gibby. The same picture, only larger, hung framed over the head of his son's handmade crib in the nursery at his house.

"That was a great day." Ducky's voice came from beside him. Gibbs looked up startled. He had not heard the elevator. "Abby called me so I could, at the very least, be a friend for you. However, if there is anything I can do to help find them you just say the word."

"Hell of it is Duck, she gave me this picture. She made me put it on my desk and told me anytime I get a stupid idea in my head that I was to look at this picture and see how many people loved me and needed me alive. She said it would prevent me from going off and doing something I could never take back. Then she goes and does the stupid thing. She is the one who left herself unprotected by misleading the Secret Service and not telling me there was a problem. I just don't get it."

"That, Jethro, you will have to ask her about when you find her." Ducky answered and put his hand on Gibbs' shoulder.

"Everything in me wants to go busting down the door of all two hundred people on that roster. But I know if I do it could result in them getting killed. I need to find them soon Duck. My gut is telling me something and it's not good."

Tony lay on the bed curled up behind Molly with his hands rubbing her belly. He did not know how long they had been there but it seemed like days. He listened to her even breathing amazed that she had managed to doze off with contractions tightening her abdomen every eight or so minutes while being held captive by some political freak. Every once in a while she would moan quietly as a contraction interrupted her slumber.

Tony was worried. He had been racking his brain on how to get them out of here. The contractions were getting closer together. It did not matter how many times he watched "Look Who's Talking" or "Father of the Bride II" he was not going to be able to deliver Gibby in the basement of some house in North Chevy Chase. The kidnapper had driven them to one end of DC and then switched to the Tahoe and driven them clear across the city to the other end. Gibbs was going to be running all over the city looking for them.

Gibbs. He did not want to think about his boss right now. He knew Gibbs was looking for them. Abby or McGeek had to have figured out his movie reference to Gibbs by now. McGee was probably afraid the Secret Service was going to throw him in jail because Tony was sure Gibbs had ordered him to hack into the White House email system. He was sure they had found his cell phone by now. Vance would have been dragged out of bed by either Gibbs or the Secret Service.

Vance. If Molly was right and Gibbs did somehow, by the grace of God, understand that this was not his fault, Tony still had Vance to contend with. Tony reminded him too much of Gibbs. Tony was flattered really that Vance saw Gibbs in himself. Tony could only wish he was half the agent Gibbs was. However, to Vance, that made Tony a liability. Vance wanted more agents that looked like McGee. Tony couldn't really disagree on some level. Hell, he wished he had a fraction of McGee's computer skills. However, there was a place for all types on team Gibbs. That's why the team was so successful. No, the Director already did not care for him. Now that he had gotten the Press Secretary and Vance's close personal friend kidnapped, he would be job hunting before the end of the day.

"This is a fine mess you've gotten yourself into this time Junior." He whispered to himself. He could hear his father's voice in his head. At least he could hear voices in his head right now. He knew once Gibbs got a hold of him he would be lucky if he had a head left.

"Tony." Molly's voice seemed to shatter the quietness of the room. "If I head slap you like Leroy will that help you focus and relax?"

"I think this problem is beyond a head slap Molly. I am not going to be able to relax until you and Gibby are resting comfortably at Bethesda. Even then I will only be able to relax until the ax falls. If Gibbs doesn't hurt me Vance is going to."

"Trust me when I tell you Tony, they are going to be more upset with me than you." Molly proceeded to explain to Tony how she had managed to hide the threats from CAMS from Leroy. She could feel Tony shake his head in disbelief. "I'm so sorry I got you into this Tony."

"Gibbs is not going to be happy Molly. But you are giving him a son so he will forgive you. Don't be surprised if he decides to drive you to work every day and insist you have some kind of security detail twenty-four seven. Some kind of tracking system may be added to your clothing. He won't take any chances again."

"I'll take it all if it means we get out of here and I get to have my baby safely in a hospital." Molly sighed and squeezed Tony's hand as another contraction took over her body.