Setup: This takes place in Season Five after Requiem. This will be AU. Tony's father is the consigliere of the Genovese Crime Family and his Uncle Vincent 'The Butcher' DiNozzo is the Don.
Sins of the Father
Prologue
Anthony DiNozzo lowered his sore body onto his sofa in the Georgetown section of Washington DC. He could hear the slight wheeze of his lungs from diving into the water and rescuing Gibbs, his boss, and Maddie Tyler after shooting and killing two mercs. The incident with genetically altered Y Pestis virus which gave him the plague left him with scarred lungs and those lungs hated water.
He sipped a glass of expensive MaCallan Fine Oak 17, a hundred and twenty-five dollar bottle of scotch. His taste for expensive scotch came from his father. He always said he inherited from his father a love of expensive scotch, his smile, and a temper which if he didn't control was cold, vicious and fatal. Oddly enough Gibbs should thank his father for that temper, since losing it allowed him to run straight at two armed mercs and shooting and killing them then fueled his rescue of Maddie and his beloved boss.
Of course, the money to buy the scotch he got from his English mother. He inherited from her his love of music, ability to play the piano, green eyes, and a trust fund, which allowed him to avoid his father and the whole DiNozzo family. His mother was an English aristocrat married to an Italian American mafia consigliere. She never realized what he was getting into when she married Anthony Domenic DiNozzo, Senior.
There was a knock on his door. He got up and opened the door revealing his partner Mossad Officer Ziva David. She stood there with her hair down looking slightly feral and wearing cargo pants, a jeans shirt and suede jacket. Her chocolate brown eyes smoldered slightly as she stared at him.
"Tony," she said.
Gibbs had a rule, rule 12, against co-workers dating, but when he was on hiatus for four months and Tony led the team, he and Ziva struck a balance between contempt at work and hot sex off duty. At first he stayed away from her even though they had immediate chemistry because of Gibbs' rule and the difference in their ages. She was twenty-five or six and he was thirty-seven, but his attraction towards her got him over that age difference. He thought he was falling in love with her then she was framed for murder by a rogue Mossad officer and she went running to Gibbs for help not him. This led to Gibbs returning and Tony's demotion to his position of senior field agent and Ziva breaking off their relationship. Her loyalty towards Gibbs was greater than her feeling for him. He could never admit to her how much that hurt him, how much her abandonment of him hurt.
"May I come in?" she said.
"Sure, Officer David," he said then stepped aside letting her into his apartment.
"I thought you might like company after what you did today," she said as she walked over to the sofa, sat down and took a sip of his scotch. "Expensive."
Before she joined NCIS as a liaison between Mossad and NCIS, she was the case officer of her brother, who went rogue and killed his former partner Kate Todd. He knew that she did a profile of him, so she knew some, if not most, of his background. Only Gibbs and Ducky fully knew his background as a disinherited son of a mafia consigliere. Most viewed him as having been raised a spoiled rich kid in Long Island, but they didn't know the whole story. His mother's illness and his father's disappointment in him, which led to beatings and finally neglect, were all part of his life.
"Yeah, I have a taste for it," he said. "Do you want your own glass?"
"Yes, please," she said.
He walked over to his bar area and poured her a glass and sat down beside her. She took the glass and took a sip. For a moment she allowed her eyes to linger on his handsome face. She had to admit that she loved his looks, his attitude, and even his childishness.
"How are your lungs?" she asked.
"I'm fine, Ziva," Tony said.
"I can hear a wheeze, Tony," she said.
"And why do you care?" he snapped.
She regretted breaking off their relationship as much as he did, but the pictures taken by Mossad of her and Tony was an implied threat against him. Deputy Director Eli David's daughter did not date some Italian American playboy. And then when Gibbs returned she kept his rules. She respected Gibbs too much mot to keep his rules. But she missed Tony. It was a physical ache not having him in her bed, but she couldn't tell him that. She couldn't admit that weakness.
"McGee and I got the CCTV footage from the warehouse and saw what you did. It was impressive," she said.
"Killing two men is not impressive," Tony said.
She knew his moods. He was in a black one for some reason. Her guess was that Gibbs almost got himself killed and Tony was always overly protective of Gibbs, just like Gibbs was overly protective of him. It was a shock that Gibbs was here tonight to check on Tony, she thought.
"Saving Gibbs and Maddie was," Ziva.
He took a sip of his scotch. The amber liquid burned as it traveled down his throat and into his stomach. The warmth remained.
"Yeah, I guess," said Tony.
"Gibbs was looking for you when he got back to the office. Jenny told him that she sent you home for the rest of the day," Ziva said.
"He knows where to find me," Tony took another sip and started feel the wheeze in his chest started to break up.
Tonight he'd use his inhaler and pop a couple of pills, that and a good night sleep and he'd be fine in the morning. He looked at Ziva. His stomach suddenly twisted. He wanted her; he desired her, but she hurt him.
"I know you, Tony, there is something wrong with you," she said.
"It's been a tough couple of years," he sighed.
"Gibbs leaving, you running the team, Gibbs coming back, your demotion, us, and Jeanne," she listed his bad two years.
"Jeanne wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for us falling apart," He said. "I fell in love with her because you were no longer there."
"Does that mean you loved me?" Ziva asked.
Tony got up. He tucked his black Hugo Boss shirt into his jeans.
"I'm hungry and I have nothing in to eat, so I'm going out to dinner," he said.
"Do you want company?" Ziva asked him trying to not sound hopeful.
"Actually, no. I want to be alone tonight," he said. "You can let yourself out. You are good at that."
He walked over and grabbed his leather jacket and left his apartment.
NCIS
Vincent 'The Butcher' DiNozzo had been the Don of the Genovese Family for twenty-five years. It had been a successful reign as boss, which most observers credited his brother Anthony DiNozzo, his consigliere, for. Vincent, Anthony, and Mario Cuomo, the underboss, made up the administration of the Genovese Family. They were a strong triumvirate, which kept the Genovese a strong family, maybe now the strongest of the five families.
Before he became consigiliere Anthony was a big earner. He had the Midas touch running their father's trucking company into a business enterprise which included shipping, import and export, as well as trucking. He still was the CEO and Chairman of the company, but as of late he let his nephew Paulo run the day to day operations of the company. If he had a son he respected, he'd running the company and next in line to be consigliere. But Anthony chose his own path; he chose to be a cop.
Vincent and Anthony had their weekly dinner meeting at Il Cucina in Williamsburg. It was Vincent's favorite restaurant. Both men wore three thousand dollar suits with Anthony's suit being an Armani, while his brother went with a local tailor who made the suits just for Vincent.
"I heard from Michael in DC that your son is some kind of hero. He killed two mercs and then saved the life of two people who were stuck in a car in the Potomac," said Vincent.
"Why are you telling me about my son?" he said making the word son sound like it was a bitter, distasteful word.
"Because it was a shame that we lost him, Antony. If you had been a more loving father, we'd have someone who is better than Paulo or Vinnie or Johnny. The strongest children produced by our line have been Carlo's children and Francis is a priest and Allegra is a lawyer. Your Tony would have made a great leader for the family. He's charming, smart, and a fucking killer when he needs to be. You should have treated him better," said Vincent.
"He was a fucking whelp," hissed Anthony.
"No. He had some of his mother in him. He played the piano beautifully and loved his mother. That didn't make him a whelp. It made him different from his cousins," said Vincent.
"It made him soft," said Anthony.
"Did you see the bastard play football as a quarterback? He wasn't soft," said Vincent.
"Well, it's too late for him," said Anthony.
"You treat him like he is a babbo. He could have been a prince," Vincent said.
The waiter, who was dressed in black paints, white shirt and black vest, came by and cleared their dessert, which was rum cake. Vincent looked at him.
"Check," he said.
"Yes, sir," he replied and took off with the dishes.
"Franco from the Gambino Family wants to talk about a territory dispute," said Anthony.
"He's a jamook," Vincent said.
"Maybe so but if he wants to get together to make a marriage then we talk," said Anthony.
"Just because he's got the Mulignans he thinks he can intimidate us," said Vincent.
"His relationship with the African American gangs is impressive, but I doubt they'd support him if we went to the mattresses," said Anthony. "They like watching us kill each other."
"Okay, we'll talk," said Vincent. "I'll send Mario."
"Jesus, Vinnnie, Mario is oobatz," said Anthony.
"I know," he smiled.
"You are a bastard," Anthony laughed.
The waiter returned with the bill. Vincent looked at it and dropped two hundred dollar bills down on the table. He got up, as did Anthony. Immediately, their bodyguards got their overcoats and helped them on with them. The six men walked out of the restaurant into the chill of an early October night and waited curbside side for the limo.
As they waited a black SUV screeched as it turned the corner and an African American man stuck a Heckler & Hock MP7 out of the window and sprayed the DiNozzo party. The bodyguard jumped in front of Vincent and Anthony, who both hit the ground to preserve their lives. The car sped away leaving injured and dying behind.
In the background there was the sound of police sirens. They filled the streets over the sounds of cars and people shutting.
NCIS
Tony drank his dinner more than ate it. He opened the door to his two bedroom apartment and saw that the light was still on in his living room. Asleep on his sofa was Ziva. She was using her suede jacket as a blanket.
Tony walked over to her and kneeled down beside the sofa. He softly touched her hair moving it out of her face. Ziva opened her eyes and looked into his sea green eyes.
"I have missed you," she said.
"I always miss you," he said.
"Can I stay the night?" asked Ziva.
"I'll get the spare bedroom ready," he said.
"No, can I stay with you, Tony?" she asked again.
"Oh, Zi, I don't know if I can take playing this game. I love you," he said
With those words she put her arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss. It started as a soft kiss then all they pent up passion was released. He picked her up off of his sofa and carried her into his bedroom.
"Ani ohevet ot'cha," she said as he put her down on his bed.