Part two enjoy.

"Agent Gibbs," Jamie said as they entered the squad room, "I am not a violent man. I am a dog handler by trade. Trained to find people and rescue them but you do not mess with my family. I did not go out there to lose my wife on top of my son. You have 24 hours to get them back or I will pull every connection I have to find them and you won't like it." Jamie turned to leave then thought of something else. He turned back to Gibbs and said softly, "You've already lost one daughter, do you really want to lose the other?" Jamie cocked his head looking at the older man then turned on his heel and left.

"What other?" Marie asked having heard the end of Jamie's question. "Where is my daughter?"

Gibbs shifted nervously. It was so slight only Marie noticed having known Gibbs better than nearly anyone else. "Wes has taken Tiff as well." Gibbs said.

"You let her—" Marie stopped and stared then left without another word.

Gibbs watched her go then turned to his team. "DiNozzo."

"Checking with local L.E.O.s and running the plates on the van."

"Ziva, find out everything you can about Congressman Nicholas Rickards and his bill. McGee, security cameras, traffic cameras, anything. Find that van and her phone." Gibbs said.

"On it Boss." Ziva and McGee answered. Then Gibbs went to see Abby.

"Abs, I need you to find out everything you can about Tiffany Hammond." Gibbs said.

"Everything?" Abby asked.

"Where she was born, where she was raised, her favorite drink, her favorite color, everything no matter how little you think it is." Gibbs said.

"You don't think she's involved do you? She never struck me as the type to hurt her own son for publicity." Gibbs gave Abby a look and the scientist knew instantly what he meant. "You don't, good. She's always so sweet to me when I come in."

"Let me know when you have something." Gibbs said. In the elevator Gibbs stared down at his coffee cup resolving not to lose another daughter.

Meanwhile north of NCIS Tiff got settled into her new room and looked around noticing the room only had one single bed, a wooden chair, and a door. There were no windows and no other doors. Then Tiff heard screaming approach the room.

"Shut him up." The man yelled over the screaming. Tiff watched as Jack was shoved into the room and then he threw himself at the door trying to get out.

"Jack." Tiff scolded.

The young boy stopped screaming and instead ran to his mom. "Mommy." He nearly cried.

"It's alright baby." Tiff said scooping him into her lap and rocking him back and forth as she sang to him. "I need you to be strong for Mommy."

"I'll try." Jack answered wiping away his tears. "How are we getting home?"

"Your dad is working closely with NCIS and I promise you we will be home before your birthday." Jack nodded and curled into his mom.

A few hours later Abby called Gibbs into her lab.

"Tiffany Ann Hammond, born Rickards, was born and raised in Archerville, North Carolina. Graduated near top of her class in '95, went to basic training at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. From there she spent the next nine or ten years going where ever the Army sent her. In 2005 she married Jamison Kevin Hammond, then two years later gave birth to the couple's only child Jack Matthew Hammond. And oh no." Abby said looking at the screen and catching something she hadn't before.

"What?" Gibbs asked.

"Her son's birthday is in two days." Then seeing it was after midnight she corrected herself. "Well since it's already after midnight it's tomorrow." Abby said.

Gibbs looked at the screen and found the date. "Go on." Gibbs said.

"Tiff was discharged from the Army after a bomb exploded and she started working here three years ago after her husband was transferred to Quantico. Her favorite color is indigo, she prefers cider to coffee, her parents divorced when she was 10, and she misses working with dogs." Abby concluded.

"That's good work Abs, go home get some sleep." Gibbs said turning to walk out of the lab.

"But that's not all." Abby said. Gibbs stopped and walked back to her. "Four years ago Tiff hired a private investigator from North Carolina."

"What for?" Gibbs asked.

"Don't know, her bank records show she paid him for two weeks of work from her private account. His name is Eli Finch." Abby gave him the investigator's address and smiled.

Gibbs nodded and went back up to the squad room. There he looked at his team for an update and Tony spoke first.

"The plates are a no go Boss. Van was stolen three days ago from a 30-something year old man with no record or tie in to the congressman or Tiff." Tony said.

"Security cameras picked it up just outside of a bar in Dumphries, Virginia and it's being towed here but the cops said it was professionally cleaned and detailed." McGee said.

"Nicholas Rickards, hometown Archerville, North Carolina, got elected to Congress in '87 right after divorcing his ex-wife Marie. In 2009 proposed a new bill to increase the restrictions on the way corporations buy and sell land. It appears that it will pass without the congressman's support. The vote will take place tomorrow at 10 a.m." Ziva said.

"Today." McGee corrected.

"Right, later today." Ziva said.

"Boss, her cell just came back on." McGee said as his computer dinged.

"Trace the call." Gibbs said.

"Tracing." McGee said as Tony's desk phone rang.

"DiNozzo." Tony answered picking it up.

He listened for a moment before it came on speaker. Tiff's voice was hushed but they could hear her loud and clear. "—think you'd still be there. Dumphries, Virginia. I'm not sure exactly where but it's in the suburbs. White house, dark shutters. There's four guys I think. They dumped the van, probably sanitized it. Jack and I are still safe and in the same room. Back of the house. Wes seems to be in charge, he's the guy barking orders but I overheard a guy saying he was going to get me back for my Marine—" Her voice was suddenly cut off and they heard a loud crash.

"Tiff?" Gibbs called. "Tiffany can you hear me?" Then all they heard was the dial tone. Gibbs turned to McGee.

"Sorry Boss. Somewhere in Dumphries but I couldn't—" Tim said.

"Now what?" Tony asked softly.

"Go home, get some sleep." Gibbs said. "It's late."

"Are you sure Boss?" Tim asked.

"Well no McGee, I thought we'd organize a search party for Dumphries tonight." Gibbs said. By the look he was giving McGee, everyone knew he was being sarcastic. The team went home and Gibbs spent most of the night in his basement working.

Just after six the next morning Gibbs called his father but the elder Gibbs could only tell his son the personal details Abby had told him and nothing about who would hold anything against the girl. "Is she in some kind of trouble son?" Jackson asked.

"Yes." Gibbs said. Then it was time to ask the hard question. "Did you know?"

"Know about what?"

"About her father? Her real father."

"She was born within a year of your senior year. I knew you and Marie were friendly, and there had to be a reason Marie brought her up here nearly every summer since she was a little girl but I never knew for sure. Are you saying ..." Jackson trailed off.

"Yes. She knows too." Gibbs answered.

"Whatever happened; get her out of trouble." Jackson warned his son.

"I will." Gibbs said then he hung up. From there he went on to searching into the private investigator and found out he was a dishonored Marine from Acherville, who had been discharged for mishandling sensitive data. When the rest of the team arrived Gibbs sent Ziva and Tony to check out the last known address for the investigator and he finally got a call back from the agent in North Carolina. The agent told him that Thomas Mitchell did in fact have a rock solid alibi but that Wes had a family home in Dumphries. The agent emailed Gibbs the address and Gibbs had McGee look it up. They found out the house was white, in the suburbs, and had dark shutters. The moment Ziva and Tony came back and told Gibbs that the house had been empty and the neighbors hadn't seen the man in days, Gibbs told everyone to gear up and the four made their way to Dumphries.

Tiff sat entertaining her son with stories of her and Jamie in high school and stories of Jack as a baby when she heard gunfire. "Jack, you get under the bed and do not come out until I tell you it is ok, you hear?" Tiff said. Jack nodded and scooted under the bed laying as flat as possible and trying to be very still and silent. Tiff prayed that he wouldn't make a sound and that the next person through the door would be cops or NCIS. Suddenly the door flew open and in rushed the man who had cut off her call to NCIS by destroying her cell phone. He pulled Tiff up off the bed and backed into a corner using her as a human shield.

That's when Tiff felt the cool barrel of a hand gun pressed to her temple. Tiff again swallowed when she realized there may not be anyway to safely get her son out as the only exit was the door the man had rushed through that was now cracked open. Then she saw a gun peak through the door followed shortly by Agent Gibbs.

"Come another foot she's dead." The man said.

"Federal agent, put the gun down." Gibbs said aiming the gun at her captor.

"So your Marine father did come after you, didn't he?" The man hissed. Tiff glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

"You're that private investigator. Eli something." Tiff said. "You did find out about my father."

"Of course I did. Wasn't all that hard." Eli answered. "And it's Eli Finch."

Gibbs had slowly been creeping into the room. "Where's the boy?" Gibbs asked.

The man didn't answer but Tiff glanced from Gibbs to the bed and back a couple times. "I said move and she's dead." Eli said. Gibbs stopped but Tiff could tell he had gotten her message that Jack was under the bed.

"What do you know about my father?" Tiff asked.

"We served together in Desert Storm. He's the reason my best friend is dead."

"That was a long time ago." Gibbs said.

"Tell me about it. What happened?" Tiff said. "Put the gun down and tell me what happened."

"Shut up. This is between me and the Gunny." Eli snapped.

"Then let's talk about it. Why is it my fault?" Gibbs asked.

"Lance Corporal John Harrison." Eli said. "He was a great guy. Always had my back."

"He was a good Marine." Gibbs said.

"Until our unit was attacked." Eli said.

"Attacked?" Tiff said. Once again Gibbs started creeping towards the bed.

"Mortar attacks." Eli said. "It was a calm day but we were all geared up having intercepted a message. Gibbs was up on a ridge and could have taken out the leader in one shot."

"He didn't though." Tiff said softly.

"I did, and that's when the attack started." Gibbs said.

As Eli told them all about it Tiff saw Jack barely peeking out from under the bed. She signed to him to get behind Gibbs and stay close to him internally thanking her best friend for encouraging Tiff to teach her son American Sign Language as a baby.

"Most of us avoided the explosions with minor wounds but John was blown to bits." Eli finished. "Now your father will pay for taking my best friend."

"You think if Gibbs was what? A better sniper? Had taken out more guys than just the leader John would still be alive?" Tiff asked. "Every Marine goes overseas knowing there is a chance he's not going to come back. Don't fool yourself into thinking otherwise." Tiff saw that Gibbs had made his way back to the door and Jack was tucked safely in McGee's arms as he rushed out the door. "You may think you blame Agent Gibbs for what happened but you're also experiencing survivor's guilt. It's not your fault. John knew what could happen. That makes me regret having to do this." Tiff slammed her elbow into his stomach, then stepped on his toes before spinning out of his hold and punching him in the nose.

Gibbs stepped in as Eli dropped the gun and released Tiff then Gibbs handcuffed Eli. As he lead him outside Tony asked what happened.

"Ms. Congeniality was my favorite movie." Tiff said heading for the ambulance. Gibbs smiled after handing over Eli to the local cops.

"Mommy." Jack cried as the paramedics finished checking him over. Tiff opened her arms and Jack rushed into them. "I was scared Mommy."

"But you were very brave in there." Tiff said setting the boy on her hip. "You were so brave and Mommy is very proud of you. Daddy will be too." Tiff rubbed his back and the child buried his head in his mom's shoulder. Tiff knew he was still slightly scared but didn't know what to say so she sat down on the edge of the ambulance and rocked her son. Then Gibbs walked over. "Thank you."

"How are you holding up?" Gibbs asked.

"I'll be fine. Doesn't hold a candle to defusing bombs." Tiff said. "Jack, sweetheart, I want you to meet someone."

Jack pulled back and looked at Agent Gibbs. "Hi, I'm Jack." The boy said softly.

"Jethro." Gibbs said. "You were real brave today."

"No, I wasn't." Jack said.

"Sure you were. You didn't cry, did you? And you stayed quiet." Gibbs said.

"Yeah." Jack admitted.

"Agent Gibbs works for NCIS." Tiff said. "He's also Grampy Jack's son."

"You know my grampy Jack?" Jack asked. Gibbs nodded. "Well if he's my grampy what's that make you?"

Gibbs looked at Tiff.

"You know how you met Great-grandpa Riley?" Tiff asked. Jack nodded. "And how he was your daddy's grandpa? That's what Grampy Jack is. He's like my granddad. That would make his son, Jethro here, like my dad."

"But I can still call you Jethro right?" Jack asked.

"Yeah." Gibbs answered.

"Do you ever get scared?" Jack asked.

"Sometimes, but you have your mom to talk to or your dad." Gibbs said. "And if you need anything you can call me." He offered the boy his business card. "My cell is on the back."

"Anything?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, any thing, any time." Gibbs said. Jack nodded taking the card. "You'll be ok. I know you will." Gibbs plopped his ball cap on Jack's head.

"Will you come to my party tomorrow? I'll be five."

"Sure." Gibbs said.

"Mrs. Hammond, you and your son are free to go." The paramedic said having fully checked her over.

"Come on I'll give you a ride back to NCIS." Gibbs said standing.

"I can't ask you to do that."

"You're not." Gibbs smirked and he lead them back to the car.

At headquarters, Gibbs lead them into the squad room and Jack saw his dad. "Daddy." Jack cried bolting from his mother's side over to his dad.

"Hey sport." Jamie said scooping up his son. "Your grandpa's in a meeting or he would have been here."

"Is he coming tomorrow?" Jack asked.

"Sorry buddy. He said he can't make it. And neither can your grandmother. They're both extremely sorry."

"Ok." Jack looked out the window beside his dad. "Daddy, I want you to meet my new friend Jethro." Jack said.

Gibbs walked over and Jamie held out the hand not wrapped around his son. "I apologize for what I said earlier Agent Gibbs. Thank you for bringing my family home."

"Of course." Agent Gibbs said shaking the younger Marine's hand.

"Where's Tiff?" Jamie asked not seeing his wife.

Gibbs looked around then nodded to Tiff. "Over there." Jamie saw her talking to an older gentleman.

"I'm worried about my son Ducky." Tiff said leaning against the low wall next to McGee's desk. She had met the older man at a tea shop one morning and found out they had a few interests in common. She especially loved his stories.

"What he went through was no doubt a horrible ordeal but he is a strong young boy and his parents love him."

"The paramedics warned me about shock."

"Yes indeed. Nightmares and withdrawn behavior are par for the course with this kind of experience but if you keep him active, playing, and happy, there's no doubt he'll pull through just fine. Are you alright, Dearie?"

"I'm fine. I used to defuse bombs for a living; being held hostage is nothing compared to that."

"Yes, but while you were on the job you just had to worry about yourself, with this you were also worried about Jack. My door is open if you want to talk."

"I know. And I know that talking will help get both of us through this. Thank you Ducky." Tiff said. She nodded and went back to her family. "Agent Gibbs, thank you for everything."

"Of course. Now go home, spend time with your family." Gibbs said.

"We'll see you tomorrow then." Tiff said. Then she looked at the rest of Gibb's team. "All of you are welcome to come to Jack's party. It's tomorrow at noon at our place." The team nodded and Tiff left with her husband and Jack.

Later that night Gibbs reached over and sleepily answered his phone. "Gibbs." He answered.

"I'm at my wits end here. Jack's been up four times tonight with nightmares and he won't go back to bed. I don't know what else to say and Jamie doesn't either." Tiff begged.

"I'll be right there." Gibbs said. Sure enough ten minutes later Gibbs walked in the front door. "Hey there." Gibbs said seeing his grandson. Jack turned towards him and held out his arms. Gibbs took the child and walked over to the couch. It only took about 30 minutes before Jack was fast asleep. Tiff lead Gibbs to Jack's room where he put the young boy down.

"Thank you." Tiff shook her head and stared at her feet. She blew out a breath then said "I feel like I haven't stopped saying that today."

"I told you that you could call if you needed anything." Gibbs said.

"Would you mind staying?" Tiff looked up at him to gauge his response. "I don't know that Jack won't wake up and ..." Tiff looked down.

"And?" Gibbs prompted after a few moments.

"I guess I'm feeling a little selfish. I just want someone to talk to but Jamie has to work tomorrow for a couple hours and I want him to get some sleep." Tiff said. Gibbs nodded and they both sat on the couch. Tiff and Gibbs talked until the sun came back up and Jamie left for work after kissing his wife. They talked about their past and Gibbs answered most questions Tiff had, though he only briefly touched upon Shannon and Kelly. "I know it's hard. After Jamie's grandmother died, Grammy Hammond, I didn't want to talk about her. I thought it was just too hard. Then one day my son wanted to know. We were looking at a picture from my 16th birthday and he wanted to know who she was. She made the cake. Over time the hurt dulls. When you're ready, I want to know about my little sister. I won't push you but I do want to know."

Gibbs nodded then Jack was up. "You're still here." Jack said seeing Gibbs.

"Of course," Gibbs answered smiling.

"I'm going to go make breakfast, can you keep an eye on him?" Tiff asked.

Gibbs nodded as Jack turned on his morning cartoons. Then she looked back out the window to see the yellow Challenger in her driveway. "That your car?" Tiff asked.

"Yeah. Brought it a long time ago." Gibbs said.

"I helped him restore it." Tiff said as the doorbell rang. "Can you get that?" Tiff asked. As Gibbs went to get the door with Jack following Tiff went to make breakfast.

"Grampy Jack!" Tiff heard Jack squeal. Tiff smiled grateful at least one of Jack's grandparents would be there.

The party went off without a hitch later that night and Jack loved every minute of it especially when all of Gibbs's team showed up.

Wasn't sure how to end it but I suppose this works. Thanks for reading, drop me a line. Also check out the related poll on my profile page.