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Tony walked into headquarters. He'd been sure to get there early today after being late yesterday. As he exited the elevator, he looked over at his desk and was surprised to see a young teenage boy sitting in his chair.

As he walked over he took in the boy's features. He was probably about 14 with dark brown hair and brilliant blue eyes. He noticed the boy looked like he'd been in a fight. His face sported bruises and a cut over his eye.

"Can I help you?" Tony asked.

"You're the one that probably needs the help. My dad is going to set off a bomb on one of the navy ships at 0800 hours in two days."

Tony looked at the boy, unsure of whether he was pulling his leg or actually serious. He looked serious.

"Well, you certainly came to the right place. I'm Tony, what's your name?"

"I'm Alex Stevenson and my dad is Carl Stevenson. You're going to be able to stop him right?"

"Yeah we'll stop him...just let me call my boss."

Tony picked up the phone and dialed Gibbs's number. Gibbs probably wouldn't be happy to be woken up, but this was an urgent matter at hand.

"Hey boss, it's DiNozzo. We may have a situation here. I came into work and there was this kid sitting in my chair...he claims that his father is going to blow up one of our ships in two days time."

"Okay Tony. I'll call McGee and Ziva...see you in 5."

After Gibbs hung up the phone Tony looked back over at Alex. He seemed nervous. After further speculation, Tony realized that those bruises didn't just look current. It looked as if they were bruises on top of older bruises

"Hey Alex, you all right? You look like you've been beaten up pretty badly. Did you get in a fight?"

"I'm fine..."

"Where's your mom? Does she know about all of this?"

"No...she died two years ago when I was 12."

Tony looked at him with pity. He himself had been in the same situation. His mom was killed when he had been only 8 years old.

"I'm sorry, I know how you feel. Here, let me clean up that cut of yours. So what was the fight about?"

"There was no fight..."

"So how'd you get so beaten up then?"

Alex looked at Tony with a secluded look. He usually didn't let anyone see how his personal life had affected him on the outside...or inside. But as he looked at Tony, he couldn't help but feel that this man could understand and be able to help him.

"Its my dad...ever since my mom died, well, he's tossed me around a bit. Sometimes he's drunk, sometimes he's sober. Either way, he can get pretty violent."

Tony couldn't even speak at first. He'd spent the last 10 years training specifically to be someone who could stop people like this. It was what had driven him to become a cop in the first place, and then later on, an agent. His own father had helped him make that decision. He never wanted to have another child go through what he'd had to go through with his father. Finally, Tony was able to find words.

"Well Alex, I can promise you two things. We will stop your father from blowing up that ship. And I will make sure your father won't ever lay another hand on you. Okay?"

"Okay...thank you Tony."

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Gibbs, Ziva, and McGee stepped out.

"Boss, this is Alex Stevenson. He says his dad, Carl, is going to set off a bomb at 0800 in two days."

"Hi Alex. What makes you think your dad is going to set off a bomb? Did he tell you he was?"

"He didn't directly tell me. But he made the comment that in two days at 0800, 200 sailors were going pay for what they did. And he's a bomb specialist."

"What do you mean, pay for what they did?"

"Well, my dad is convinced that they were the cause for my mother's death. It's not true, but he refuses to believe that my mom's death was an accident."

"How did your mother die?"

"She was killed on board. She had been working on the engines when a fire started and she was trapped. There was no way anybody could have saved her."

"Do you know what ship your father is planning on blowing up?"

"No, he didn't say."

"Okay. Thanks for telling us this. Ziva why don't you go take Alex to get something to eat."

As Ziva walked away with Alex, Gibbs turned to Tony and McGee.

"McGee, I want you to go and see if there is any possible way to find out where he's going to set off that bomb. Tony, you're with me. We're going to find out exactly what happened to Alex's mom."