A Lost Brother

By RascalFlattsS

Disclaimer: Do not own Royal Pains or NCIS.

Warnings: Spoilers for Season 1

Hi. I'm back. Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I have been crazy busy. But thank goodness for the three-day weekend. Lots of time to write plenty of FanFiction!

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Chapter 7: This is Could Result in the World's Biggest Headslap….

Eddie's face paled at these words. "What are you talking about?"

Lucas laughed. He patted Eddie hard on the shoulder. "Come now, Eddie! You really didn't think this could turn out any other way, did you?"

"You promised…" stumbled Eddie, "you said if I'd helped you, you'd let them go…"

"I lied," said Lucas simply. He sighed. "Ed, it's not like I want to kill your bratty kids. But they've seen our faces. Not one-but BOTH-of your sons threaten to go the Feds." Lucas pulled out a picture and threw it on the table and skidded down the table till it landed in front of Eddie.

Eddie bent down and picked up the photograph. It was a picture of Evan in a cap and gown with his arm around another young graduate.

"That's Timothy McGee," said Lucas softly. "He was your son's roommate at MIT. He's an NCIS agent now."

The conversation from early with Evan drifted into Eddie's mind.

"I meet this great computer expert, Tim McGee. Nice guy. He works for N.C.I.S. now. You know what that stands for? Naval Criminal Investigative Services. I did his taxes for him last year and he owed me a favor. He was able to dig up all this background info on you."

"Evan had Tim McGee run a trace on you," said Lucas. "That's how your son found out all about your little side projects. It's only a matter of time before NCIS ties me to this. It's time to clean up this mess." He sighed and looked Eddie in the eyes. "And that means, your kids have got to go."

Jill Casey was not the patient type. She was never a "sit back and wait" kind of woman. She was certainly never the type of woman who could sit on the sidelines while her friends were in danger.

"Screw this," said Jill. She grabbed her cell phone and car keys and ran out the door.

She didn't care if it's was Hank's room of mountain lions or not. She was not going to sit on the sidelines while her friends danger.

"Something isn't right," said Divya.

"Just one thing?" asked Raj. He looked over at Divya from the driver's side.

"It's what Evan said on the phone," said Divya.

"He's under a lot of stress," said Raj. "He probably wasn't thinking clearly."

"No, that's not it," said Divya slowly. "He sounded so sure…so deliberate…as if he was choosing his words carefully…"

"You think he was trying to warn us?" asked Raj.

"Good old times…"

The only time Evan used the phrase "good old times" was when he was referring to a childhood memory of a family picnic before their mom got sick and their dad left….

"Oh my God, that's it!" shouted Divya loudly, startling Raj.

"What?" he asked puzzled. "What is it?"

"I know who kidnapped Evan and Hank," said Divya. "I know what Evan is trying to tell us."

"What?" asked Raj. "What is he trying to tell you?"

Divya didn't hear Raj. Instead she flashed back to a conversation that she had with Evan a few weeks ago…

"It's a nice day for a picnic," said Evan as he walked out of the client's house with her. "We should have a HankMed picnic! For all our clients! And potential clients!"

Divya shook her head. "Where do you come up with these ideas, Evan?"

"What's wrong with a picnic?" asked Evan. "I haven't gone on a picnic since—" his voice suddenly cut off. "I have to go," he said quickly as he practically took off running.

"Evan," said Divya. He ignored her and continued to walk away. "Evan! STOP!" Evan stopped in his tracks, with his back to her.

"When was the last time you went on a picnic?" asked Divya softly.

"Before," said Evan softly, so softly that Divya almost didn't hear him. "Before everything happened" Divya didn't need to ask what he was asking about. She knew he was talking about his mom. "We had just finished eating. Dad and I were playing football. It was perfect

"And it was the last family thing we ever did together.

"Then Mom got sick. And everything changed. Dad left. I remember the day he left-he said he was going on a business trip. I begged him not to go. I begged him to stay home with me and Mom and Hank, but he said he had to go. He promised he come back, but he never did."

There was a long pause after Evan finished his story. "Anyway, that's one of the many stories for my wonderful childhood. Good times." Evan paused. "Anyway, back to the HankMed picnic…."

Divya smiled sadly at the memory. Then suddenly the light bulb clicked.

"I begged him not to go…."

"He doesn't want me to go," Divya whispered softly. "He's telling me not to go."

"What was that?" asked Raj.

"Huh?" said Divya. "Oh nothing. Nothing at all."

Gibbs tried hard on focusing on driving but his mind kept drifting. He was tried to convince himself that Tony and Tim would be fine.

"They will be fine," said Ziva. Abby nodded in agreement (Abby had insisted on coming to the Hamptons with them).

"Of course they will be," said Gibbs gruffly. "And when I get a hold of them, he will be getting the biggest head slap in the world."

"You set it up?" Lucas asked.

Andre nodded. "We're good to go."

"And no one will know?" asked Lucas.

Andre nodded. "It will look like Dr. Lawson and his brother came out for a house call. They just happened to come to the wrong house that just happened to have a glass leak…"

"A tragic accident," said Lucas, shaking head. "And what about the PA?"

"George will make it look like a mugging gone wrong," said Andre. "No one will ever be able to prove a thing."

Lucas smiled. "Excellent."

"Something's wrong."

Tony looked up at Tim. "What are you talking about? No one has come in or out since we got here."

No sooner had Tony said that, then a group of men walked out. "Speak of the devil," breathed Tony. "So McGee, I think we should—"He turned to Tim when he saw the driver's seat was empty and the car door was open.

"Damn it!" cursed Tony as he opened his car door.

Tim ran around the car, holding his gun in his hand. "FREEZE! FEDERAL AGENTS!"

The men stopped. The leader stopped and looked at Tim smiling.

"You must be Agent McGee," he said. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," growled Tim. He held his gun steady, "Where are they?"

"The Lawson brothers?" said the leader. He gestured to the air, "I think they are around here somewhere."

"You sick son of a-" started Tim.

"Relax Agent McGee," said the leader. He watched as Tony walked up behind him. "And you are—"

"The guy who is going to put a bullet in your brain if you don't do what Agent McGee tells you to do," said Tony.

The leader sighed. "I am sure you know who I am. I am sure you also know I'm a business man." He smiled, "and I'm going to make you a deal."

"Not interested," said Tim.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Fine." He nodded to one of his men and before Tony and Tim could blink, orange flames burst through the house.

Tim and Tony gasped in horror.

"Your choice, Agents," said the leader. "There's still time to go save your friends. Or you can arrest me. But I'm not sure you have enough time to do both."

Tim didn't even blink. He holstered his gun and ran into the burning house.

"Damn it!" cursed Tony. He also holstered his gun and ran towards the burning house. "If we survive this, Gibbs is going to give us the world's biggest head slap."

Oh no! Cliffie karma strikes again! The horror!

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