Gibbs stood in observation, watching a tearful Savannah sitting in interrogation, her hands cuffed behind her back.
The door to observation opened, FBI Special Agent Tobias Fornell stepped through the door, "We really need to stop meeting like this, Gibbs...and do I really need to mention that he's been accused again?"
Gibbs swung his head towards Fornell, "Vance must have you on speed dial."
"Well, at least it's not murder...this time. Wanna bring me up to speed?"
"Savannah Miller." Gibbs pointed through the mirror, "Got a call from her nanny, Olivia Dagot about 9:30 saying that Tony took her daughter."
"His alibi?"
"His wife."
"That doesn't help him much."
Gibbs shot a glare towards Fornell.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Fornell said, stepping towards the mirror, "Talk to the nanny?"
"Bringing her in now."
Fornell squinted, examining Savannah more closely through the mirror, "Is she handcuffed?"
"She brought a loaded gun to DiNozzo's, it went off in the struggle."
"Anyone hurt?"
Gibbs shook his head, "Not physically, anyway."
Ziva put her arms around Tony's waist as he stood next to the window in the squad-room, staring off in the darkness, "We are going to find her, Tony."
Tony slammed his palm hard into the window, making it shake and wobble.
"Hey, it's not your fault."
Tony swung around, "You and I both know who is behind this."
Ziva tilted her head slightly, "Kort?"
"Who else hates me?" Tony groaned, "Don't answer that." He stepped away from Ziva, moving to his desk, picking up his phone.
"Who are you calling?"
A light brown haired woman in her early 20's sat across from Gibbs and Fornell in the conference room, "He came over to me and told me that he would take Sarah home." The younger woman said with a French accent, "I refused, but he then said he would have me deported back to France, I, I was scared, I thought he would hurt me or her."
"Olivia, did Sarah fight back?" Gibbs questioned.
Olivia looked at Gibbs and rapidly started babbling in French and refused to speak in English anymore.
Gibbs lifted his phone and dialed, "I need you in the conference room."
Moments later, Tony and Ziva walked into the conference room, Olivia was still speaking in French.
Tony walked into the room, moving over next to Olivia. She looked up at him, he extended his arm outwards to her, "Je m'appelle is Gus Bricker. Enchanté."
Olivia took his hand in hers, shaking it, "C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer."
Tony turned, gesturing towards Ziva, "Elle vous aidera."
Ziva moved around to Olivia, sliding past back Tony and started questioning her further in French.
"What was that about?" Fornell inquired.
"She's lying." Tony stated, before leaving the room.
Gibbs followed Tony out, grabbing him by the arm, "What did you say to her?"
"I told her my name was Gus Bricker and it was nice to meet her."
"And she said?"
"It was nice to meet me."
Fornell opened the door, "You two better come back in here, quick."
Tony and Gibbs moved back in the conference room, Olivia was in tears, crying out in French.
"What's going on, Ziva?" Gibbs raised his voice.
Ziva walked around the table, "She was having an affair with your father, Tony." She started shaking her head, "But there's something else."
"What?" Tony asked.
"She said your father took Sarah."
"W-what? No way! My father is a con man, not a kidnapper."
"That's what she kept telling me."
"My father didn't even care about his own son, but he's gonna care about a girl he barely knows? Does that make any sense to you?"
"You're forgetting something Tony." Gibbs stated.
"Which is?"
"The money."
"I still can't see it, it's way too hands-on, totally not his style." Tony moved around the table, "You and my father planned this?"
"I loved him and he told me not to worry, she would be fine and he told me to tell everyone his son took her." Olivia cried.
"Why?"
"I don't know, he threatened to tell Ms. Miller about us sleeping together and I need this job to stay in America, so I did as I was told."
"Did he give a ransom?" Fornell asked.
"He just took her hand and left, not saying another word. I'm sorry, I was scared."
"What were they wearing?" Gibbs questioned, "Costumes?"
"He was wearing a black suit, she was dressed like her." Olivia pointed at Ziva, "Sarah begged her mother, but she refused, but I gave in. She even had the necklace."
Tony thrusted his fist into the wall next to the door, caving in the drywall. He quickly flung over the door leaving the room.
Tony was sitting at his desk, phone pressed to his ear, "Answer the damn phone, Dad!" He roared in anger.
Gibbs walked past Tony, "McGee, what did you find on Tony's father?"
"Anthony DiNozzo, Sr. has exactly 627 dollars divided up into three bank accounts." McGee said, typing at his computer.
"You found no trace of the 900,000 grand?" Ziva asked, standing from her desk.
"Yes, a transaction of it is in one of his bank accounts, but it was then withdrawn in New York exactly 18 hours after the initial wire transfer."
Tony's cell phone started to ring, he stood up, snapping his fingers at McGee as he answered the phone, putting it on speaker, "Dad?"
McGee quickly nodded and started typing.
"Junior." Senior softly spoke.
"Please tell me you didn't do this."
"3 million dollars or she's dead, in my Swiss account, Junior."
"Why, Dad?"
"I'm sorry, Son." The line went dead.
Everyone looked at McGee, he shook his head no, "It was routered through more than 20 countries, I lost him."
Tony collapsed to his chair, dropping his phone on the floor, burying his face into his hands, confused, angry, hurt.
Author Note #1 - There is just something so wrong yet so right about a deep fried twinkie.