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Gibbs had finally calmed Tony down enough that Tony was able to get some extra rest. Running through their conversation in his mind, Gibbs was unsettled about the information that he received, and decided to make a call.

"McGee," the voice on the other end answered.

"Tim, need ya to swing by Tony's house."

"Everything okay, Boss?"

"Yeah, fine. Just bring your gear."

Confused, McGee nodded. "On my way."

Gibbs waited patiently for McGee to arrive, and within fifteen minutes, he showed up.

Opening the door, Gibbs ordered him to keep his voice down.

"What's going on, Boss?" McGee whispered.

"That's what I'm tryin' to figure out, McGee."

McGee finally made his way inside, and that's when he noticed an injured Tony, asleep on the couch. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"He's fine, McGee," Gibbs assured him.

"What happened?"

"Still tryin' to piece that together," Gibbs answered honestly.

"Does this have anything to do with his father?" McGee questioned.

Gibbs simply narrowed his eyes at the younger agent and McGee put his hands up to surrender anymore questions.

"Gotta stop by Abby's lab. Need someone to watch over him 'til I get back. Thought you'd be a good candidate for the position."

"Of course, Boss," McGee nodded, "Any problems, I'll call you."

Gibbs patted McGee on the shoulder and made a swift exit.

He sped back to headquarters, thoughts running through his mind. Tony couldn't possibly be recalling events correctly, he thought. Gibbs mentally headslapped himself for not asking more questions, but really didn't want to force Tony into talking. He was just thankful that Tony shared what little information he did.

Finally returning to the office, he made his way down to Abby's lab. Her 'noise', as Gibbs termed it, could be heard before the elevator doors opened, and the first thing he did when he entered her lab was shut it off.

"Hey!" Abby yelled, "That was the best part!"

Turning around, she made eye contact with an unamused Agent Gibbs.

"Oh," she blushed, "hi, Gibbs! I don't have anything yet. Whatever Tony's dad did, or didn't, do is completely covered up."

Gibbs glanced around, making sure they were alone, before speaking. "DiNozzo claims he witnessed a murder."

"A murder?"

"Yeah, Abs. Said it happened when he was seven. The victim was also seven. Female."

"So, you're telling me that Tony's father killed a seven year old girl and Tony witnessed it?"

Gibbs simply nodded. He spoke clearly enough.

"That doesn't seem right, Gibbs. Why would someone murder a young girl?"

Gibbs sighed softly. He'd been asking himself that same question for years. "I know. That's why I came to you."

Then, Gibbs remembered that McGee had a location on Tony's previous whereabouts. He raised a finger, signaling for her to hold on. He flipped his phone open, dialing McGee's number again.

"Yeah, Boss," McGee answered, "Tony's still asleep."

"Good. Not concerned about Tony right now. Still have that address I asked you for?"

"Yeah, I've got it on my phone. I'll, uhh..."

"Send it to Abby."

"Okay, I'll send it to Abby."

Gibbs promptly ended their conversation. "McGee's going to send you an address. Pull it up."

Abby nodded, her fingers quickly typing on the keyboard in front of her as she opened her e-mail.

"Got it."

"Run it," Gibbs ordered.

Abby ran a search of the address, and ten minutes later, it returned a hit.

"Apparently, this is an abandoned lot, and a murder took place there back in June of 1978, but it went unsolved."

"Tony would've been about seven then," Gibbs pointed out.

"Yeah, but Gibbs, she wasn't seven. In fact, your she wasn't even a she. Your she was a he." Abby squinted, tilting her head, as she focused on the name, "Eric Cronin, age thirty-four, DC resident, and had full custody of... a seven year old daughter."

"What's it say about the daughter, Abs?"

"Apparently, she was adopted and the adoption was closed. After the adoption, she never had contact with her birth parents. Eric Cronin," she paused, "was never married. He was granted custodial rights in 1972. The hinky thing is, Gibbs, she was never reported missing."

"Does she have a name?"

"Oh wait," Abby smiled, pulling it up, "right here. Molly. Same last name as the vic."

"Good work, Abs," he kissed her head, handing her a Caf-Pow!. "See what else you can find."

Now, he needed to question Tony and get the facts straight.

As Gibbs was making his way back to Tony's, Tony began to wake up. He held his head, scanning the room.

"McGee?" He rasped, confused.

"Yeah, Tony. Gibbs had to be somewhere and wanted me to come over and sit with you. How are you feeling?"

"My head feels like it's going to explode."

"Looks like you got beaten pretty badly, Tony."

"Is Gibbs here?"

McGee was pretty sure he'd just answered that a moment ago. "No, Tony. He had to get back to the office for a little bit. He'll be back."

"Oh," Tony nodded.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" McGee felt awkward having to be in control of Tony, in Tony's home nonetheless.

Tony shook his head. "Just really," he yawned, "tired, McGee."

"You can go back to sleep, Tony. It's no big deal."

"Where's Gibbs?"

Now, McGee was slightly concerned. His questions were becoming repetitive now. "Just get some rest, Tony, okay?"

Within a few minutes, Gibbs finally returned.

"How is he, McGee?"

"He, uhh... He's sleeping now, but he keeps repeating himself."

"Repeating himself how?"

"He kept asking where you were. I told him three times that you weren't here, and he--," Gibbs cut him off.

"I'll have Ducky check him out when he gets back. Need you to head back to the office. Help Abby."

"What am I helping Abby with?" McGee asked curiously.

"She'll fill ya in where ya get there, McGee!"

McGee knew at this point to leave well enough alone. "Okay," he nodded, "I'll go help, Abby." He headed towards the front door.

"McGee," Gibbs waited for him to turn around, "you find anything, you call me immediately."

"Understood, Boss."

He waited for McGee to leave before waking Tony up again.

"DiNozzo," he shook him lightly.

"Hmm," Tony moaned, brow furrowing.

"Rise and shine. Got some questions that need answered."

"Boss?"

"Yeah, DiNozzo. Who'd ya think it was?"

"McLiar said you left."

"I did leave."

"You were sitting here the whole time?"

"No, DiNozzo. I left and came back. I need to ask you some questions, Tony."

"Oh," he nodded. "Questions?"

"Yeah. The name Molly Cronin. Ring a bell?" Gibbs wasn't going to hesitate to get right to the point.

Tony froze, balling his fists. "No," he shook his head, closing his eyes.

"Not in the mood for games, DiNozzo. Don't lie to me."

"Said I don't know her, Boss."

"Got a feeling she's still alive."

Tony opened his eyes again, soon making eye contact with Gibbs. "Alive?"

"Thought you said you didn't know her?"

"I don't."

"So, why would you care?"

Tony knew there was no way out now. "Can we... discuss this later?"

"No, DiNozzo. We're discussing it now. Think your father killed hers. Why did you give me a different story?"

"What story?"

"We talked about this earlier, DiNozzo. You told me your father shot her."

"I did?"

"Yeah, Tony, ya did." Gibbs took a deep breath, trying to remain as calm as possible, though his patience was beginning to run extremely low.

"When did we talk about this?"

Gibbs sighed, shaking his head. "Tony, do you know an Eric Cronin?"

"Molly's father," he nodded, shifting positions.

"What happened to him?"

"I don't... remember."

Gibbs put his head in his hands. This conversation was getting him nowhere.

"Gonna have Ducky come back and check you out, DiNozzo. Think you might have a concussion."

Tony didn't even hear that last statement. He was already asleep. Gibbs just hoped that Ducky could help fix whatever was wrong with DiNozzo, so that the pieces of the puzzle could finally be placed together.