AN: so yha I really don't know as of yet if I want to make this a father/son or a Tibbs so well see. I sadly do not own NCIS or Tony DiNozzo but I would love to. This is my first try at a multi chapter fic

Nickolas Morelli

Prolog: little feet, big sadness

Nickolas was so hyper, but who wouldn't be when you just turned five. Yup defiantly hyper, not even the fever that has kept him in bed for the last five days could dwindle his overwhelming eagerness for the small party his parents were giving him and his twin brother and sister. Now that was the only troubling thing about being a triplet you had to share a birthday. Because of the fever he had to stay home with mommy and daddy while his older brother took his other two thirds to go get the party supplies and birthday cake.

Nickolas was small for his age and the youngest of five, he had soft, light brown locks the curled slightly, and deep expressive green eyes. Now his other two thirds were Audrey with her blond hair and light blue eyes and Joseph with his mild brown hair and deep blue eyes. Eliza was the oldest of the five; she was 17 years old and just started a foreign-exchange student program in Israel. Then there was Vincent at 16 years old he is currently everyone's chauffer, (lucky him). Vincent Sr. was their father; he worked at the children's hospital as a night nurse, while Rachel their mother was a San Diego police man, sorry women.

Nick was getting a little impatient, he wanted his mommy to tell him its ok to get out of bed, (he wasn't allowed to move out of bed without mommy's or daddy's permission). Mommy was in the kitchen making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for him, with crunchy peanut butter. She told him she would be right back up or send daddy up with it but that was like almost an hour ago, 'where is my mommy I'm hungry and want to get out of this stinky bed' nick sighed in his head. A pathetic mommy was heard throughout the house "Mommy I want out of bed PLEEAASSEE!"

Nick sigh loudly out load as no answer was returned. Finally giving up on trying to be good and stay in bed, Nick climbed out of bed to find mommy and daddy, and more importantly his peanut butter sandwich. Descending the stairs as quietly as his clumsy little feet would let him he first turned to his daddy's favorite hiding place, the computer room. Glancing around but not see his daddy Nick continued his quest to find the lost peanut butter and jelly sandwich, pretending to be Indian jones as he went. The kitchen was next on the hunt to find the treasure, but before he got to it something caught his eyes.

There by the entry to the living room was a small puddle of red, kind of like red Kool-Aid before you add all the water but it smelt to much different. Nick walked into the living room following the red puddles and drips. There was red all over the living room, on the walls, on the floor, on the ceiling, on the windows, and on the couch along with the red stuff sat his daddy covered in red too. Sensing something off Nick didn't say a word as he stepped towards his daddy. His daddy didn't move, didn't blink his eyes didn't breath; nope daddy was dead just like grandpa Morelli was dead. Scared and wanting his mommy Nick started to cry softly moving further away from his dead daddy rounding the couch he found his mommy laying on the ground. She looked like she was sleeping if she too wasn't covered in what now Nick understood as blood, nope, she too wasn't breathing.

Letting out a load wail Nick cried both mommy and daddy were dead, but how, and now he was home alone, or so the thought. A crash behind him sent Nick whirling, an older man stud staring at him. The man was dressed all in black and was taller than even his daddy. Nick filched when the man turned to another older person and started to talk really fast in a language that made no sense to Nick. After getting a reply from man number two man one started walking to nick. Nick froze in place as man one came in front of him and screamed as he was grabbed, then nothing.

*********I 3 Tony**********

Nick gasped as he woke up trying to catch his breath, he hadn't dreamt about that day in years. Exactly thirty years sense that day, thirty years sense he last saw his family. It was exactly thirty years sense Nick Morelli diapered. "Thirty Years," Nick mumbled to himself as he washed his face and glanced in the mirror at one Anthony DiNozzo.

AN: hope you all like it please review