So this is my first NCIS fic. I hope it's ok!
I do not own NCIS or any affiliated folks or merchandise. Making no pennies from this though it would be nice.
PLEASE NOTE CHILD ABUSE MENTIONED. If this will upset you, you have my apologies (it's my weakness) but my warning not to read - continue as you will.
Gibbs stared at the kid before him. 'May I help you?' the boy asked for a second time. 'Special Agent Gibbs - Anthony DiNozzo – I'm here to see him.' Gibbs answered flashing his badge. Nodding, the boy stood aside, eyes focused on his shiny shoes as he stood aside to let Gibbs enter. 'If you'd just like to follow me Sir'.
'Kid, I'm no Sir'.
'Oh, I'm sorry, Si-'
Gibbs glare cut the kid off mid sentence and he watched him start to shrink. He cuffed him gently on the back of the head 'Lead the way kid'. Reaching a dark panelled double door the kid stopped beckoning Gibbs to wait. He knocked the door gently and Gibbs would swear the kid was shaking. It was all very strange. Tiny little thing he was, yet to grow into those big bambi eyes he kept fixed to the floor. If Gibbs were to hazard a guess, he'd say the kid was maybe nine or ten; he sure didn't look any older. He watched as the kid gulped a breath, pressed the door open and hesitantly stepped into the room.
'You were told to stay out my way. Now, what do you want?'
Gibbs heard the half stammer the kid was trying to force out before the other voice cut him off. 'Useless little idiot – say whatever the damn well you have to say before I slap it out of and you better had hope it's something I want to hear.'
'Man...at the door...Sir, to see you...Sir'
'Are you the help?! Are you the fucking help?' DiNozzo glared at his son, walking round the desk slapping him hard 'Answering doors and interrupting, who do you think you are? You – you little prick – were warned. You were told if you couldn't stay out my way I'd keep you out the way'.
Gibbs had heard enough. The kid looked like he was about to throw up, a large red mark spread across his face, and blood dripping surreptitiously from his mouth. 'Anthony DiNozzo I presume'.
The elder DiNozzo sneered, immediately relinquishing his hold on his son, who fought admirably to keep his legs from going from under him. 'Who wants to know?'
'Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. There's blood on the floor by the way' he said indicating the few stray droplets that had arranged themselves around the kid's feet. Gibbs saw the fear rise through the boy and immediately knew he'd made things worse.
'Anthony, I think maybe it is best that you remove yourself.' Gibbs saw the kid didn't need telling twice and heard the mumbled 'thank you Sir before he turned to leave. The malice was unmissable at next utterance 'Oh and Anthony, you and I will discuss this later'.
The kid fled past him and Gibbs watched as the elder DiNozzo's eyes reduced to slits as they heard him thundering upstairs. 'Why are you here Mr Gibbs?' he hissed.
'Special Agent Gibbs. I wonder if you know this man?' he strode forward sliding a photo under DiNozzo's nose. 'I do not.'
Gibbs smirked. 'Then maybe you know his sister?' Again with the photo. 'No'.
'Strange – she works for you'.
'Mr Gibbs' DiNozzo started impatiently 'I have many people in my employ. You really expect me to recognise each and every one?'
'You should recognise this one'
'And why might that be?'
'You were screwing her'.
Gibbs smiled as the door slammed behind him. 'I'm sure we'll speak again Mr DiNozzo'.
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That had been the first of many encounters with Anthony DiNozzo, Sr. Gibbs relayed the meeting to his boss. There was something with the kid that just didn't sit right, Gibbs paid particular attention to the conversation he had overheard. He was all the more determined to nail DiNozzo but with the only link to the dead officer still missing, Gibbs prayed something might stick because right now it looked like nothing would.
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Tony heard the heavy footsteps in the corridor, recognising impending trouble with each click. His Father was coming. The agent Tony had let in that first time nearly 2 weeks ago was according to his Father 'hounding him', 'making life damn impossible' and it was clearly Tony's fault. 'Get out here you motherless little prick', Tony opened the door grabbing whatever breath he could and stood in front of his Father. His Father rasped down on him and Tony could smell the malt – he was drunk and Tony knew that for him, this could mean only one thing...trouble.
The first blow collided with the side of his face sending him back onto the wall, his head jerked back meeting it hard. He gathered himself together and returned to his spot before his Father, determined not to display any signs of the weakness he knew his Father so detested. Showing how he felt would prolong the agony, and 'maybe' Tony thought 'just maybe he'll stop'. It seemed Tony was mistaken as he felt himself grabbed by the hair and dragged towards the stairs. He stumbled awkwardly, his Father lashing out each time he missed a stair and eventually kicking him down the remaining few. Tony knew the bruises would be forming in no time. The elder DiNozzo began to remove the thick leather belt when Tony gasped 'Father please'.
'You're no son of mine you little bastard'
Tony watched in horror as the buckle swung towards him and the belt came down. Again and again it came down until the buckle no longer hit him. 'Thank God' he sighed inwardly. Too soon it had seemed as the lash of leather melted into his skin.
'Anthony, manners...'
Tony knew the drill. Again he watched the belt come down and shakily thanked his Father, choking momentarily on the blood now filling his mouth. He knew his Father was busy. Again he watched as the belt came down ('thank you'), and again and again, until Tony saw no more.
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'Gibbs, we've found her – she'll be here in one hour'.
Gibbs silently cheered as he grabbed the file on his desk. Petty Officer Ryan Cordiner had been executed, but his sister was still alive and Gibbs was damn sure going to get what he wanted.
'Thank you for coming in Miss Cordiner, and I'm sorry for your loss'.
Gibbs nodded his agreement with his supervisor's words. 'Miss Cordiner, I'd like to speak with you about this man'. Gibbs slid the photo towards her. Emilie Cordiner vomited.
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It was dark by the time Gibbs and Special Agent Franks reached the DiNozzo estate. The gateman glared at them as they flashed their badges and ordered him to open up. The house stood in darkness against the floodlit driveway. 'Something isn't right here Boss'
'Damn right Probie' came the response.
They weren't sure what they were looking for but they looked anyway, reaching the front door and rapping loudly on the door. No-one answered. Gibbs raised an eyebrow – a whole house out? 'Boss, house this size is never empty. Got a feeling in my gut on this one.'
Franks agreed, deferring to the fact that Probie's gut had rarely been proven wrong. We'll try the service entry. Moving to the side of the house, they crept down the exterior stairs, expertly hidden by the gardener's handiwork. 'Easy does it Probie' he whispered as Gibbs tried the handle.
'Carelessness causes accident' muttered Gibbs sarcastically as he kicked the handle of the door in 'Look Boss, its open' he said training his gun on the darkness. Hearing the chuckle he recognised Franks behind him and continued on into the small cloakroom. They were nearing the front door when in the middle of the hallway, Gibbs noted something lying on the floor. His stomach lurched – not something but someone. 'Boss! It's the kid!' Instantly Gibbs was at the boy's side, hearing his boss radio an ambulance. Sliding his fingers to the kid's neck, he sighed as he gratefully felt the small pulse. It was there – but barely.
So that was chapter 1...worth continuing?