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Title: Liar

Thursday April 21 2005; Naval Yard; D.C.; 11:00 am

The team was bored. Nothing had yet to come up even though they continued to look over the evidence they had. Gibbs, though he preferred not to, was working on the monthly reports he had to hand in to the Director. At the moment he had nothing better to do. McGee was taking this time to continue his search on Antonio Wilson, which was frustrating him to no end. Nobody with a criminal record just disappeared like that. Kate was looking over a cold case she'd been working on for a while, pissed that she couldn't figure out what exactly was wrong. Ziva was communicating with one of her informants in Mossad on a mission she'd worked several years previous.

Tony knew that if Gibbs was aware of what he was doing he'd get smacked. He was daydreaming, sort of. As much as he was able to he was running though all the memories of his biological father and trying to remember any of his father's friends, people he may have met when he was very young. There had to be somebody, his father hadn't lived under a rock. He got along well with other people, had many friends in Jersey, so what about the ones that weren't in Jersey?

Tony squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. His sleeping patterns were off, he couldn't stop thinking about this case and it kept him up at night. He was becoming almost as bad as Gibbs, and he didn't like it.

Everyone looked up from their work as his phone rang. Rolling his eyes at them he picked it up, "DiNozzo."

"Don't say my name, it's David."

Tony froze for a moment, then "hey! What's up?"

David chuckled, "I think I know where dad went."

Tony pouted so the others didn't know what he was talking about or who he was talking to, "Really?"

"Good acting. Do you remember dad's friend Samuel Atkinson?"

Tony frowned, the man did ring a bell. "College, right?"

"I wasn't sure you'd remember him, that was a long time ago and you were only five."

Tony snorted, "It may have been a long time ago, but I remember."

David was silent for a moment, "Did he know what dad was doing to you? Did he do the same?"

Tony almost didn't want to answer, but Gibbs had said that David was going after their father because of what he'd done to him. "Yeah, he did."

"Come up here. I'll give you the address."

Tony wrote it down on a small piece of paper and shoved it in his coat when he was done. "Thanks, see you once my case is finished."

David chuckled, "Nice covering little brother, see you when you can get away."

Tony hung up the phone and pretended as if nothing had happened. He did his own search on Samuel Atkinson casually. He couldn't let Gibbs know about what was going on. As much as his Federal Agent side wanted him to, the angry, hurt boy wanted answers and revenge.

He searched out everything he could on Samuel Atkinson, where he was from, how he knew his father, his entire past. He wanted to know everything there was, because he couldn't fathom why he'd help his father beat him.

"DiNozzo."

Tony looked up at Gibbs and everyone else who was standing up in front of his desk.

"What?" he asked bewildered.

"Coming for lunch with us?" Kate asked.

Tony looked at Gibbs surprised, "You're actually going to lunch with them?" He gave Gibbs a big smile, "Cool. Unfortunately I have this to finish up. Rain check?"

Gibbs gave him a searching look, then nodded, "Ok."

They left and as soon as they were in the elevator Tony immediately started searching for a flight to California. Gibbs would be so pissed when he found out, but he could care less. He had to do this on his own.

He found a flight that was set to leave in an hour and a half, enough time for him to get there and on board. He booked, wiped his computer of the history (McGee wasn't the only one who knew how to use computers) then flew out of the Naval Yard.

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Gibbs was surprised when they returned back to work and Tony wasn't there. He didn't think much of it when he realized that Tony must have finished and gone for his own lunch and sat down at his desk. He continued to fill out the paperwork, hoping that soon something new would come up and that he could close this case. He had to, for Tony's sake.

But when an hour and a half rolled by and Tony hadn't returned his gut started telling him that something was up. However he waited a while, thinking that maybe Tony was just late. It happened sometimes, though Tony was usually never late.

Another ten minutes later and he was just about to tell McGee to hack into Tony's computer when he heard said man gasp. He looked up and saw the young man staring at his computer wide eyed.

"What'd you find McGee?"

McGee looked up at him, "Uh, I uh......" He looked at Kate for a second, Ziva for another, then swallowed. "Tony's Antonio Wilson."

Gibbs clamped down on his anger before it could let loose and yell at the younger agent for disobeying an order. He had a feeling McGee hadn't wanted to go against him, he never usually did because he knew what was better for him.

"What the hell?" Kate exclaimed. "Why didn't he tell us?"

Gibbs didn't answer, just sent her a very nasty glare that made her flinch. He'd gone to lunch with them to make sure they didn't discuss Antonio, but he was already too late, they'd figured it out.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Ziva questioned him.

He sent her an even nastier glare than the one he'd sent Kate. "It wasn't my place to tell you," he growled. "McGee, find out what Tony was working on."

McGee nodded and quickly shuffled to do as told. He was freaked out, Gibbs could tell. He didn't know what Gibbs was going to do to him for disobeying a direct order and Gibbs wanted to keep it that way, least for now. He needed to figure out a sufficient enough punishment for him, he already knew what he was going to do to Kate and Ziva. It would cripple the team for a while, but it had to be done.

He stared McGee down as he worked on Tony's computer and gave the man a small smile when he found what he was looking for. "Tony searched a man named Samuel Atkinson. The man has a criminal record mainly for violence. He went to the same College as Jonathan."

"Where's he live?" Gibbs demanded.

"Uh, small town in northern California. Why?"

"Book us a flight there. That's where Jonathan is."

"How do you figure?" Kate asked.

"That phone call Tony got. It was David."

"You can't be sure of that," Ziva said. "It could have been from some College friend."

"It wasn't," Gibbs told her. "Tony would have called him by name. It was David. McGee, book us a flight. Kate get the car." He tossed her the keys and she left without a word.

McGee got on is PDA and started making the arrangements. Gibbs grabbed his coat and gun then sent a quick message up to the Director to tell her where they were going. "Everything set McGee?"

"Yeah, but it's not a direct flight Boss."

Gibbs growled but said nothing, motioning for McGee to get moving. As Ziva passed him he grabbed her arm. "I don't know how you think this place is run, but when I give you an order I expect you to follow it."

Ziva nodded. She made to continue down to the car, but Gibbs gripped her arm tighter, "And if you ever threaten a member of my team again, you'll be on the first flight back to Mossad."

Thursday April 21 2005; House's House; New Jersey; 10:00 pm.

"What do you mean you don't want to have sex?" James asked in disbelief. They'd been making out on the couch, half naked when House had suddenly told him they couldn't go any farther.

House looked away, "There's nothing else too it."

"I don't," James was laughing, "I don't believe it. Why not? The other night you wanted to!"

House grimaced, "No actually, I was just fooling around."

James didn't know what to do with himself. He'd never been with anyone who didn't want sex. He couldn't be with anyone who didn't want it because it was one of the things he needed in a relationship. "Why?"

"Hello!" House exclaimed angrily. "Vicodin addict here, I can’t get it up."

He stood and walked away from James, humiliated at his inability to put out. He really, really wanted to take James, it’s just his body didn't always want to cooperate with him. He hated it, and hadn't wanted James to find out about it right away.

James came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, "I'm sorry." He kissed House's shoulder, "What'd you do when you were with Stacy?"

"Viagra, but there's something in it that I have a minor allergic reaction to. I don't like taking it."

James nodded, "What do you want me to do. If we can't have sex I don't know how the hell I'm going to make this relationship last." He rubbed up against House, "God I'm so horny right now."

House turned in his arms and gave him the most lust filled look he'd ever given James before. "Just because we can't have sex, doesn't mean there aren't other wicked things I can do to you."