Part 2

Alie sat in the bullpen, her older brothers arm wrapped around her shoulder. Michael was her rock in times of despair, and these were definitely times of despair. It had been two hours since she'd called Tonys' dad, two hours since she'd breathed right.

She had been the last to see Tony. She'd told the team everything. No, he hadn't been acting strange, yes, he knew they had plans pending at four that afternoon. She'd kissed him very softly on the lips before getting into her brothers car and going home. She would have taken him to her place directly after school but Tony didn't like staying in his uniform past 3 o clock and wanted to go home and change, so they'd agreed to meet up at 4 instead. Alie had summarized this to Ziva, who'd questioned her as gently as she could.

Everyone was a wreck. They were too close to this, Director Sheppard had said, trying but not succeeding to keep the waver from her tone. She too, realized she was too close to this case. Jenny had met with the boy many times through out the years, and had grown quite attached. Tony was the most honest person she knew-perhaps because lying was something of a foreign concept to him.

However, the team had continued to retrace Tonys last steps, had brought the bus driver in for questioning, because the police wouldn't call it a missing persons' case until Tony had been missing for at least twenty four hours. Gibbs had gone ballistic. Twenty four hours? Did they realize what could occur in the span of twenty four hours?

His son was somewhere out there and...

Gibbs punched a wall in the mens bathroom.

This was unbearable.

"Boss! We found something!" McGee called, running back to the bullpen, sure that Gibbs was on his heels.

"What is it?" he demanded, looking at his computer screen.

"This was sent to your email just now; it's a live feed." Tim explained, clicking on the link.

A tall, muscular, middle-aged man adjusted the camera at the other end and smiled menacingly. "Hello Agent Gibbs. Do you remember me? You ruined everything, you son of a bitch." he seethed. He slowly moved out of the way of the lens, and pointed the camera so that the team, Alie, and her brother, got a full view of Tony.

He was hunched over, tied to a rickety chair, his forehead smeared with dried blood.

"Say 'hi' to Daddy." the mans voice mocked, as he zoomed into his victim.

Tony didn't say a word, looked away from the camera with a frown.

The man set the camera on the tripod and went over to the sixteen year-old. "I said," He back handed Tony in the face, "'Say hi to Daddy'!" he yelled, anger clearly radiating off him in waves.

Tony spit out blood, but remained earily quite, scowl in place.

That earned him another smack, "Say hello to your father!" He screamed, frustrated.

Again, Tony said nothing, facing away from the camera.

George glared at the teen, smacked him a third time, "Listen to me!" he demanded.

Tony closed his eyes, his father wasn't here, what the heck was this guy talking about? Why was he tied up? Why was he touching his face? Tony hated to be touched abruptly, and without warning, and this man was definitely pushing his limit. "This is illegal. Let me go."

George gripped Tonys chin, turning his face toward the camera. "Your father is looking at you right now through that camera you worthless shit." he seethed, then addressed Gibbs. "You see your son? You're going to watch him die, just like I had to watch mine!"

Tony understood then, and looked directly at the camera, "Dad, I want to go home. Come get me, I don't like it here." He pulled at the rope some more, in distress.

Gibbs wanted to kill that man on the screen putting his filthy hands on his son. He wanted to run over to Tony and untie his hands and hug him tight, despite the complaints that would surely arise, and know that his son was safe in his arms.

George glared at the camera. "You ruined my life when you took my son from me, Special Agent Gibbs. You don't know what it's like to have to watch your child die right in front of you and you can't do a damn thing to stop it." he shook his head, "I bet you've ruined so many lives you can't even remember who I am." The man looked absolutely disgusted. "You sicken me, and now your son is going to pay for what you did ten years ago!"

Abby tried not to outright cry, urging McGee to hurry as he tracked down where the signal for the live feed was coming from, his fingers agile as they moved across the keyboard, determined to find Tony.

"My son didn't deserve to die, Agent Gibbs." George continued. He took a chunk of Tonys hair and pulled, making him look up at the camera again. "Say goodbye to your son, Agent Gibbs." he grinned maniacally, took a knife from behind his back, and held it up to the camera.

"Oh God." Kate uttered, her heart beating a mile a minute. No, oh God no, please no. Next to her, Ziva was shaking with dread.

"I found the location!" McGee announced, his voice jittery, Abby jumping up in excitement.

"Say good bye to Daddy!" George had a crazy look in his eye, as he swung the knife in an upward motion and thrust it into Tony, eliciting a shocked, strangled gasp.

Alie cried out, "No!"