On a case, Tony visits his hometown and gets into contact with his father by mistake. When the team gets done talking to the witness, they come out and Tony's gone. Why? Where is he? Can they figure it out before it's too late?

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Tony grabbed the paperball and flinted it at Ziva. "Weep!" he shouted, spinning around in his desk chair.

"Tony! Shut up!" hollered. "I cannot take that racket! It is driving me up-sane!"

"Uh, Ziva?" MeGee demanded, looking up from his desk.

"What, MeGee?" she snapped angrily.

"It's insane, not upsane."

"Who's upsane?" Gibbs asked, coming down the corner.

"Nobody, boss," Tony called, secretly flinging a rubber band at Ziva. She gave him a dark look as Tony turned innocently turned to his boss. "Yes, sir?"

"Tony, stop throwing rubber bands at Ziva. Ziva, Tony, MeGee," he said, "Get me the car from the garage and pull it up. We're leaving in fifteen minutes."

"Where?"

"We got a lead on the case," Gibbs replied. "Someone was a witness to the marine's killing."

"Why do all three of us have to go? I have a date tonight!" Tony snapped. He loved this job, but he hated working long hours.

"You'd better call and cancel, Dinozzo," he warned.

Tony threw his investigator kit in his backpack and headed towards the car.

"I do have the same question as Tony, though. Why all this time, are we all three going?""

"Just because," Gibbs said simply, cutting her off and walking out, throwing his now-empty coffee cup in the corner.

She sighed, looking up at the walls. "Ahhhhh, Spittysburg."

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Tony looked out the windows of the car. Gibbs was pushing 65 in a 60 mile zone. This was the slowest he had driven in, well, forever.

"Boss?" he asked.

"Yes?" Gibbs snapped back. He was not in the best of moods and he felt a migraine coming on.

"How much longer?"

"About ten minutes. Can your happy self shut up for that long?" he demanded angrily.

"Maybe, maybe not. Never know, boss," he replied with a smirk.

Lucky me, Gibbs muttered.

They arrived at a new development about half an hour later. "Oh, god," Tony whispered to himself. Why the hell were they going back to the home where he had grown up in?

They parked next door to Tony's house. Tony thought he was going to be sick to his stomach. Childhood memories were assaulting him quickly. "Boss?" he asked.

"Yes?" Gibbs replied. He stared at Tony, looking him strait in the eye.

"Um…" Before Tony knew what was happening, someone came to the door.

"You called me about the marine that was murdered," the woman said, inviting them into her house. Tony just stood outside, glancing wearily at the house next door.

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Flashback

"Be quiet, Anthony. You're a worthless brat!" his father shouted as he roughly slapped the fifteen year old. "I don't give a damn if you get strait B's! That's not good enough. Hell, I want strait A's!"

"Dad," Tony said, "I got –…" he was interrupted by another blow to the jaw.

"I don't give a damn what you got boy. You did not get all A's! You think Yale is going to take a slacker like you?"

"I don't wanna go to Yale," Tony protested. The next thing he knew was the darkness….

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"Is there a problem?" a voice startled Tony's thinking. He looked into the man's face and about passed out. It was his father!

"Tony, what a nice surprise after all these years," his father replied.

"Let me go," Tony said, pulling his arm from out of his father's reach. This only irritated his father more.

"Get in the car," his father hissed.

"What?" Tony gasped.

"You heard me," he replied. "Get. In. The. Car."

Tony swallowed hard. All his fantasies as he grew up of him somehow beating his father in a fight slowly dwindled.

Feeling sick to his stomach, he got into his father's nearby car. "My boss will find me," he said, noticing his father's steal handgun.

"He may be too late."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------MeGee went back outside under his boss's orders. He wondered how much longer Gibbs could survive without another cup of coffee.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. Hadn't Gibbs told Tony to wait outside and see if any visitiors came? And where exactly was he, anyway?

He quickly ran out to the front of the house, only to be greeted by a dented car and a small blood spill, but enough for him to assume what happened. "Damn," he muttered, taking a brief moment to look at the sky, "Gibbs is gonna be pissed."

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