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A father's lost

by: AMS_inc (Send Feedback)

Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 011 Word Count: 15598
Rating: MATURE
Warning(s): Other (See Author's Note)
Character(s): Tony DiNozzo
Category(ies): Action/Adventure
Pairing(s): - No Pairing -
Summary: No parent should ever have to bury a child no matter how old or young they are and no child should grow up without the love and security provided by a father. A stalker sets eyes on Tony.

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Chapter 09

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

I’D LIKE TO SEND A VERY SPECIAL THANKS FOR SELENE AND HER WONDERFUL WORK AS MY BETA! It wouldn’t be this good without your precious help!

L.J. Gibbs DOES not believe in statistics, since they are all a bunch of accommodating lies. A damn collection of interpretations over data, designed to tell people what they should be, eat, wear and shit. No one would tell him what he was, how he was supposed to act and specially what he should or shouldn’t hope and dream.

Gibbs would tell them, if he so wanted.

Statistically, about 25,500 —of the missing persons are men. About four out of 10 missing adults are white. In sixty percent of cases where a person is abducted by someone they know they are not harmed, but that doesn’t mean that they are found.

If more than two days go past, the chances that they will be found alive drop dramatically. And many of the missing person cases – like Tony’s – are never solved, which means that every year hundreds of people disappear… for good.

Nope, Gibbs didn't give a damn about statistics, tough the fact that Tony was missing for more than 48 hours was quite unnerving. Swallowing his bitter coffee while driving to Tony's apartment, he thought how much forever meant. It was a very long time without knowing where Tony was.

But mulling over Tony's possessions was useless, since his team wasn’t able to find any leads over the Atwood's whereabouts. He knew that, but he couldn't fight the urge to do something, anything, but go to his house and surrender to his boat. He was halfway across town when his cell rang, flashing DiNozzo in red.

“Gibbs.” He answered, almost unable to hide the hope in his voice.

“I don't have much time Special Agent Gibbs, so I need you to listen to me.” Atwood said. “I'm leaving this cell on for you to trace Tony’s whereabouts”.

That sent chills over Gibbs spine. No kidnapper ever revealed the location like that, unless...“What the hell did you do to him??! You…” Gibbs said livid.

“I don't have time or energy to explain anything to you. You want to help him? Come alone and quick. We don't have much time to spare.” Atwood's tirade ended.

Gibbs heard the cell being thrown on the floor and started to hear voices over the speaker. Frantically, he searched for a pay phone on the street, all the while keeping his attention on the conversation he could overhear threw the line.

“Robert?” A woman called.

“Yes, dear?

“What are you doing here, alone? Don't you want to help me make dinner?”

“Of course, dear. I just needed sometime to consider our chances.”

Gibbs finally found a damn pay phone a few blocks later, screeching his car to a stop in the middle of the street and getting Abby over the phone.

“It's your dime” Abby greeted.


“Gibbs!! Where are you? I was looking for you all over the...”

“Not now Abby! Look for the trace you put on Tony's old cell! NOW!! It's still on!” Gibbs shouted.

“I'm doing it!! I'm doing it!” Abby typed on her computer, kicking McGee out from her desk. “It's a residential area an hour away from DC, Gibbs!” She said after a few seconds.

“Give me the exact address!” He said holding his cell and listening as the couple’s discussion got heated.


“What do you mean, Robert? We have our son back; we have enough money to pay the bills, a lovely house...” Antonia reasoned.

“Honey, Tony...”


“Stop it! He isn't... I... That young man is not our son, Antonia. I wish he was, but he isn't. We can't...”

“Yes, we can! He belongs to us now! You told me he never had a real family, remember? We can be his family!”

“But he won't accept us, dear. He won't! And we kidnapped him!”

“NO! You hear me! We brought him into our home! He will see that! He will love us as his parents” She said, tears running down her face. “Please, Robert...! Don't give our family up! Please! I can't loose him again! I can't!”

Her hopeful voice broke Atwood's heart and he cursed his family's bad luck. “Listen to me, honey: what can we do? We can't keep him sedated for the rest of his life, it will kill him! And we can't keep hiding from the police.”


A 35 minutes drive at break-neck velocity got Gibbs in the address that Abby provided. A lovely suburb just outside of DC, more specifically a big house, surrounded by an even bigger garden. A place isolated enough to keep other neighbors at bay without raising suspicions or hearing screaming fight between a couple.

Gibbs refused to hang up his cell, extracting as much information as he could from the fight he had heard over the phone. Also, he couldn't bring himself to shut down the last connection he had with Tony's location, despite of the fact he already had an address to find him.

He parked outside the house and went to check his gun for ammunition. He would be flying solo for now, since there was n way he would wait another 25 minutes for his backup to arrive. Grabbing a lantern from the back of the car, he pocket his cell and went for the house.

All the lights were turned of, except by a single room in the first floor, so he approached it carefully, recognizing the trap for it was. A silent walk around the house showed him that there was someone on first floor, making small noises while walking.

As the person seamed to move for the front door, Gibbs moved faster for the opposite side, deciding to find Tony first and bring him to a safer place while his backup didn't arrived. Judging by the Atwood's discussion, he was willing to admit that the doctor had changed his mind over the kidnapped, but there was no proof the man hadn't set him up. He just had to wait and see.

When the kitchen door opened up at his touch, Gibbs' doubts on been set up found all the prove they needed. The moonlight shone through the windows, showing him an untouched dinner table set for two persons.

The minutes ticked away, while Gibbs searched the house for its inhabitants. He had checked the kitchen and the small storage room he had found in there with no luck, the only places missing were a room placed a few meters away from the kitchen and the living room.

Trying to locate the source of the sounds he was hearing before, he moved closer to the the room. His guts churned when his hand touched the door, warning about the immediate danger he was about to face.

All the sudden, something clicked inside the room – probably a riffle, he thought – and seconds later a small cry of pain. Using the momentum, he opened the door and got inside the room only to see a person in front of the window.

“NCIS! PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE!” When the figure standing against the window didn't move, Gibbs realized that there was someone else inside the room. By then, he could only feel the shot sending him back to the corridor and towards the wall, his head knocking merciless on it in his way down..


Antonia moved from her spot after she heard the man fell to the floor, blood coating the corridor's wall all the way down to the man's head. She looked one more time to her late husband and placed a chaste kiss over his face. Robert Atwood's body was hanging just aside his desk. She knew it was a fitting place for him, who dedicated all his life to his family and his work.

He would explain to Michael how his father gave up his life protecting their small family later. How brave her husband was giving up his life so his beloved wife and son could scape from their enemies. She knew Michael would always cherished this memory.

Bringing her riffle with her, she stepped over the man's dead body and ran to the upper floor. She didn't have much time to bring their bags and Michael to the car. Already sedated the young man was kept in his room to prevent him from noticing the traumatic events of that night.

After checking that he was alright, Antonia wasted no time in grabbing some of the bags she had stored and carry to the car inside the garage.

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