Three days later Gibbs had cleaned breakfast and dinner plates for each of the meals. He had gone to bed early because he was tired. He was tired from a long walk they had taken together, two miles each way. It was only 3p.m. when he decided to lay down.. He was only asleep for an hour when he woke up do to a really bad gut feeling. He sat up quickly but upon hearing everyone's laughter in the living room and slowed down in standing up, putting his red Marine sweatshirt on. He walked into to the living room, getting surprised looks. Tony Ellie and Ducky were in one couch and McGee, Abby, Jimmy, and Brenna on the other. Gibbs discreetly looked out the window and sat in the recliner, a good angle.

"You okay boss?" McGee asked.

"Gut feeling" they all tensed.

"How bad?" Tony asked.

"Bad"

Three second later they heard a van screech to a halt. The agents got up and crowded the others in the kitchen crouching down on the floor. They looked to Gibbs for instructions and saw him with his intense focused, thinking face.

"Alright…okay when they enter, block the others but do NOT fire until they do." Gibbs told his agents, getting nods.

"Okay but what about you?" they asked as he prepared to stand bent slightly.

"I'm gonna get a drop on em."

"Be careful" Abby pleaded.

He looked at each of them and nodded once before half standing. He walked to the closet by the front door. He left its door open a crack to see when they walked in. they waited for a minute before they entered. Three masked men charged in front of them. The man in the middle was slightly behind the other two holding guns. He was obviously the leader; he had the commanding presence of one. The agents took a protective stance just in front of the others to protect them, itching to go for their guns barely refraining.

"Where is he?" the leader asked.

"Who?" Ellie asked innocently as they saw Gibbs mutely and stealthily move out of the closet. He didn't see Gibbs move behind him. He pointed the gun at him steadily so that when he turned it would be pointed at his chest.

"Your boss or is it daddy?" he mockingly asked them condescendingly.

"Both" The leaders men stayed the way they were as he turned his head to the side.

"Well that must get complicated, Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs." He smirked at his family.

"Not at all, what do you want?" Gibbs asked.

"Not me but my boss wants me to take you to him."

"Oh, how original" Gibbs said sarcastically, getting chuckles from the others.

"You may not want your little famowy to know." He said childishly. Getting glares from them.

"Fine then why does he want me?" Gibbs asked impatiently.

"you put his son in jail."

"Gonna need to be more specific." He said slyly.

"How does a mob boss's son named lil' Ricky sound." The others looked extremely concerned exept for the agents who hid it, Ellie hid her confusion.

"Ah, you mean lil' Dicky, what took you so long?"

"It's Ricky"

"How is lil' Dicky doing?"

"Ricky died in prison three months ago." One of the other Hench men said.

"So that's why you're here now" Gibbs said.

There was a standoff for a few minutes. The other two turned to him, training their guns on Gibbs. The agents unhooked their weapons but pointed them at the ground trying to resist just shooting them. Ducky and Abby had left their guns in their room.

"If you come with us peacefully your family will not be harmed, they are of no concern to us." The other goon said.

"Oh now where's the fun in that."

Gibbs smirk was the only warning they had before he shot the goon on the left in the right shoulder and knee. He got the other one in his shoulder, getting shot in his right side in the process. Crouched down he was still able to shoot him in the left knee. He turned to the leader to see a gun pointed both at his chest and Ellie's head, none of the agents even flinched. They smiled at Gibbs glare.

"I would not do that if I were you." Tony said.

"Oh are you a better choice?" he asked pointing the gun at him.

"Ether way you die."

"Same goes for you only you will be tortured first. Have fun." He was about to fire when the FBI agents barged in. At this point it had only been about ten seconds since shots were first fired.

"Bout time you got here" Gibbs smirked.

"Get down on the ground dirt bag" Tobias said, ignoring the jab.

"You will still pay for his death" he said as he was cuffed and marched out of the house.

The others shared a concerned looked but hurried over to Gibbs as he sat on the ground covering his side with his hands.