AN: Wow, it's been a while, sorry for the long wait.

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(Tony)

He knew he wouldn't be able to stay cooped up in his hotel room long, as nice as a five star hotel was Tony just wasn't in the mood to be alone with his thoughts. Glancing at his watch he scowls when he sees that it's only 2:30, still way too early to be bar hopping if he still wanted to have a head tomorrow. Well, it was as good a time as any to get in touch with the family. He glances at the number he wrote down before he tossed his phone. Dominic DiNozzo was the closest thing Tony ever had to a brother, he hoped Dom still felt the same way or he'd be screwed considering his was the only phone number Tony had bothered to write down.

He dials the phone and waits. Three excruciatingly long rings later the call is answered.

"Anthony? What the fuck man! It's been years since anyone's heard from you!" Dom yells and Tony holds the phone a few inches away from his ear so he doesn't go deaf. His cousin's voice was an interesting mix of rage and exciting, hopefully the excitement would take prevalence and Dom wouldn't just hang up on him once he started talking.

"I know, I know, but I'm back in New York!" Tony says, he had been planning to go on but was quickly cut off.

"You're in the city! Are you fucking serious man? Where are you? I'll pick you up and we can go out just like old times." Dom says, definitely just excited now. With all that excitement Tony didn't have the heart to remind him that 'old times' was when they were both nineteen. And they had hardly spoken since. But, then again if he was being welcomed back that easily why not take the chance.

Tony grins as he tells Dom the name of the hotel and when to pick him up. Everything was going surprisingly well at this point and he just hoped nothing would come along and fuck it up, but really considering his luck lately that was a lot to ask.

He quickly says his goodbyes and starts getting ready to go out. He was glad he had brought at least some nice clothes because he had a feeling it was going to be a big night, although he made a note in the back of his mind to save his best suit for when he saw his family again. Anything to keep their minds of the questions.

(Gibbs)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs couldn't say he felt particularly bad about driving so fast that McGee had made him stop the car so he could go throw up. It was about damn time the probie got used to his driving. What he did feel bad about was the fact that every second McGee spent vomiting was another minute Tony was in the city doing god knows what with god knows who, He didn't particularly like that combination.

"Well, Jethro maybe you should drive a bit slower from now on" Ducky muses, as another minute passes while McGee throws up. The medical examiner had long since gotten accustomed to Gibbs' driving but he could certainly understand why it would make McGee carsick.

"Not a chance. We've got time to make up." Gibbs says with a small smirk. If anything he would only be driving faster after this.

Looking only slightly green McGee gets back in the car. The moment he shuts the door the car bolts forward once again, back into the lovely traffic that they'd surely be stuck in for at least an hour. And to think they were only an hour outside the city. If it wasn't for the traffic Gibbs could make the drive in half that.

McGee throws a panicked look at Ducky, who doesn't notice because he's far too busy rambling on about…Well, neither Gibbs nor McGee was sure what Ducky was talking about this time but they were both willing to let him go on with his story if it meant they didn't have to supply any responses.

"Jethro, didn't you hear me?" Ducky says in a slightly sharper tone, apparently his ramblings did occasionally need answers. Who would've thought?

"What Duck?"

"I said, Anthony has probably already made contact with his family by now. Assuming he drives only slightly slower than you he would've gotten into the city about two hours ago and I doubt he's going to just sit around and let us find him."

"Why would Tony be looking for his family?" McGee asks from the backseat.

Gibbs and Ducky exchange a look and then both shake their heads.

"Not important McGee" Gibbs says, having decided that McGee did not need to know about the circumstances under which they were operating." Turning to Ducky he says "Hopefully he hasn't, we don't need him getting into any more trouble."

"Any more trouble? Is Tony already in trouble?" McGee asks he didn't really enjoy being kept in the dark about all of this the whole time and he couldn't understand why he hadn't been told anything.

"No"

"Yes"

Gibbs and Ducky answer at the same time,

Ducky frowns at Gibbs and says "He has a right to know."

"Tony wouldn't want anyone to know" Gibbs shoots back.

"Sometimes what Anthony wants isn't good for him, you know that as well as I do"

Well, Gibbs had to admit Ducky had a point there. Still, that didn't mean that McGee should hear all of Tony's personal business or that Gibbs wanted to hear the whole night played over again.

"Just give him the short version Duck." Gibbs concedes, and he really hopes that Tony would forgive him for it,