Gibbs found him in Bogota.

To be fair, Tony hadn't exactly been subtle. He had gone there to cover up the fact that he had been elsewhere, so it wasn't a surprise when Gibbs walked into the bar.

"This wasn't what I meant when I said relax." Tony ignored him, hoping if he did, he would go away. While he hadn't been subtle, he hadn't wanted anyone to come after him. It was bad enough Eyal had come to check on him. "Have you really been sitting here drinking for the last two weeks?"

"I'm not coming back," Tony finally said.

"Then why are you still paying the lease on your apartment?" He glared at the older man. "Come on, let's go."

Gibbs stood, but Tony kept on drinking. The older man put down money on the bar and waved to the bartender.

"Cut him off."

With that, the man walked out the front doors. Incredible, Tony wanted to scoff. It was like he thought Tony was a dog, who would come and fetch and sit just because Gibbs said so.

But Tony couldn't go. Not yet. Calder Michaels, the local CIA station chief, hadn't come into the bar in the three days Tony had been there, even though that was supposedly the man's favorite lunch spot. He couldn't leave before he passed along the information about the terrorist woman working for the insurance company that had traveled from South Africa to Colombia. He wasn't about to go an try to deal with her while Gibbs was there.

But Gibbs wasn't leaving. He was standing at the front door expectantly and Tony didn't really want to explain why he was meeting with the CIA to Gibbs. Clenching his fist, he stood up and followed the older man.

"Car keys?"

"Been walking." Gibbs raised his brow, but Tony started walking and Gibbs followed.

The hotel he had been staying at couldn't really be classified as such. It was more like a hostel, but since he hadn't brought much, Tony hadn't cared. People asked less questions about who you were and where you were from and pesky little things like credit cards. He had known what he was doing when he paid for food with his credit card, knowing McGee would be tracking it. He just hadn't expected Gibbs to get there before he had caught up with Calder.

He could have gone to the CIA station house, but due to a recent unrelated attack, they had moved it and he couldn't get a single one of those bureaucrats at Langley to just give him a location.

"You look like crap, DiNozzo."

"Yeah. Feel like it too."

"Why Colombia?"

"Better question, boss. Why not Colombia?" Tony sat down on his bed, lounging against the wall with his free hand behind his head.

"You're up to something."

Tony shrugged, not answering either way. Eventually, Gibbs stopped staring and turned to look at the rest of the room. There wasn't much to see. He was sharing with two college kids who were backpacking through South America. None of them had brought a lot.

"McGee booked us on a flight back for this afternoon." Gibbs passed him a ticket. "I'll meet you at the airport."

With that, the man strode from the room and Tony let out a breath.

Tony found himself back at the same bar again. To his great relief, so was Calder Michaels.

He took a seat right next to the man, though the bar wasn't exactly full. The other man glanced at him uncomfortably, but Tony ordered another drink and got comfortable.

It took a full five minutes before the other man got annoyed.

"Is there something I can help you with?" The man asked, gun pressed discreetly into Tony's side.

"Just relax, Calder."

"How can I? Felipe said you've been in the last three days looking for me."

"I'm a friend of Jai Wilcox's," Tony replied. If there was one name everyone knew, it was the Director's son. "I just wanted to bring you your birthday gift in person. It didn't travel well." He kept his good hand on the bar. The last thing he wanted to do was have the man shoot him over a misunderstanding. "It's in my right pocket."

Calder reach down, pulling out the thumb drive keychain. "Interesting present."

"The woman in the photos is a person of interest," he said calmly. "We're not sure who she works for, but we know who she's been selling too."

"No one good clearly." Calder tucked the drive away. "Why aren't you handling it?" Tony snorted, glancing at his arm. "Ah. I thought that was just for show."

"I wish." Calder chuckled and lowered the gun. "I would stay and chat, but I have a plane to catch."

"Heading back to D.C. then? I don't envy you. Traffic's a killer."

Tony laughed. "Nice meeting you. Hope we don't do this again soon."

With that, he got up and walked away.

Gibbs actually managed to look halfway surprised when Tony appeared at the gate for their flight. The other man was probably only half expecting him to show, which considering he had quit NCIS, Tony had only half planned on showing back up.

"Cutting it close."

"I thought being here was an order."

"It was. I didn't expect you to follow it."

Tony sat down beside him, dropping his bag on the ground. "I guess I'm just tired of running. But I can't exactly go back to NCIS. I quit, remember?"

Gibbs was giving him that look that said he was being slow on the uptake. "Did you?"

"Yes, in front of Vance, unless you're going to tell me he had temporary amnesia."

"No, but he was persuaded. He understood that the last month has been trying." Tony stared at him. There was no way Gibbs wasn't making that up. Vance, understanding? It was almost laughable. "If you want to come back, there's a spot for you."

He closed his eyes, remembering Eyal's words about Ziva's ultimatum to Gibbs. Gibbs had picked him over the Mossad assassin. That had to mean he added some value to the team, despite McGee and Ziva's complaints.

"I want to come back."

Gibbs had a hint of a smile on his face. His hand came up and Tony tensed in preparation for the head slap, but instead the older man ran a hand over the back of Tony's head. It was as close to affection as they got between the two of them.

As quickly as the moment had begun, Gibbs stood and grabbed his bag.

"What are you waiting for, DiNozzo? Let's go home."

Grinning, Tony stood, shuffled his duffel onto his good shoulder, and scrambled after the man. "On your six, boss."

The End.

Yes, Tony did indeed stiff Calder for the bill. I figure that is exactly the kind of thing Tony would have done, especially if somebody held a gun on him. Calder Michaels was said in Season 4 of Covert Affairs to be the CIA's Colombian station chief, before he came back to be the Director of the DPD.