Disclaimer: I own nothing of NCIS. I only own Allison.

A/N: I'm not sure where I got the idea for this but it sort of just came to me. I don't know if it'll be good or anything. I'm just sort of making this up as I go, which may not be the best idea but that's okay.

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"You need to put the gun down," Special Agent Tony DiNozzo ordered as he pointed his service pistol at their suspect. The man had his gun trained on Special Agent Timothy McGee, who was unarmed.

"No, you put it down or I'll shoot your boy here, right now," the burly gang banger said.

"Okay." He slid his gun across the floor. It didn't quite reach the guy with the gun but lay almost in front of McGee. Tony knew that the man with the gun pointed at McGee was about to pull the trigger so he shoved his partner out of the way. The two bullets hit Tony. McGee used the unknown man's momentary shock to grab the other gun and lodged three bullets into his chest. Blood pooled around both men but McGee's attention turned to Tony as soon as he disarmed the man he had shot.

He pulled out his phone and dialed 911 for an abulence while applying pressure to Tony's gunshot wound. He grunted in pain from the increase in pressure but McGee ignored this and pressed harder. "DiNozzo, I need you to stay awake, okay? Stay awake unitl the EMT's get here." Tony nodded his head and stuggled to keep his eyes open. As they started to close, McGee shouted, "Stay awake!" He added momentary sharp pressure to his wound and Tony gave a whimper of pain as he opened his eyes wide. "Sorry. I just had to keep you awake." He gave a weak smile and nod.

On the other end of the house, the paramedics burst through the front door. As they entered the back bedroom room, one went to the gang banger and one to Tony. McGee immediately got out of the way to call his boss as the medic started to ask Tony questions. "Sir, can you tell me your name?"

"T-tony DiN-DiNozzo," he struggled to answer.

"Okay, Tony, I need you to stay with me all right?" Tony gave a tiny nod of understanding, but slipped into unconsciousness anyway. "We're losing him! We need to get him to a hospital now!" he shouted to his partner. McGee had a panic-stricken look on his face as he watched the paramedics load his unconcious partner into their van. Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibb's dark blue sedan raced around the corner at top speed.

The middle-aged agent leaped from the car with Mossad Officer Ziva David right behind looking slightly green from the terrible car ride. "What the hell happened, McGee?" he ordered.

McGee gulped as he tried to clear his head to explan to his boss what had happened. "We were, uh, clearing the scene and I went into the back bedroom. The guy was waiting behind the door. He knocked my gun out of my hand with the door and took my weapon. Tony heard the struggle and came in to investigate. When he got there he tried to talk the suspect down but couldn't and he had already handed over his weapon so he shoved me out of the line of fire and got shot himself. I grabbed the gun Tony had given up and shot the suspect. He's dead and Tony's on his way to the hospital out cold." He explained everything very fast and Gibbs was silent for a few minutes without an expression on his face. Ziva looked as if she was going to beat someone up for hurting Tony.

Finally after a tense silence Gibbs said, "Call Ducky. Tell him we have a body. Get some other agents and have them process the scene. You two, go back to NCIS and look for Tony's emergency contact. They need to be informed. And tell Abby what happed."

"What about you Gibbs?" Ziva asked. Their boss was unusally calm considering the situation and he hadn't told McGee off yet, which was strange. McGee had alomost prefered if he had yelled or slapped him on the back of the head. Anything really other than what he did. Someone needed to blame him. It was his fault. If Gibbs wasn't mad a him, who would be?

"I'm going to the hospital to see to Tony's condition." Both of his agents stared at him be for he barked, "Get going!" He hopped into his car and sped away leaving McGee and Ziva confused and worried.

"Come on, Ziva," McGee whispered as he opened the driver's side door to his own car. "Let's go. Call it in from the car." Ziva didn't want to argue. From McGee's demeanor, she guessed the gunshot wound was pretty bad. She didn't really want to admit it, but she cared for Tony. After all she had done to distance herself from these people, she found that she had gotten quite close to them. If Tony died, she would be devistated. But no one else was going to know that. She was quite good at hiding her emotions and would have to if it trulycame down to it. She just hoped that he would be okay.

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A young girl was running around the playground laughing as her older brother chased her. "I'm going to get you Allison!" the older boy laughed.

"I'd like to see you try, Tony!" the six-year-old Allison challenged.

Fourteen-year-old Tony DiNozzo laughed as he finally caught up with his baby sister. Swinging her around in his arms he said, "I told you I'd get you."

"No fair! You're bigger than I am!" she whined but didn't really mean what she said. She loved her big brother and didn't mind one bit that he had caught up to her.

Tony felt as if he had a brick on his chest. What's going on? He thought. Where am I? His chest constricted more and he heard someone yell, "I just knicked an artery! Get me that clamp now or he'll bleed to death!" He felt a pinch on his insides then slowly slipped back into memories of his childhood.

In his mind's eye he saw a new scene develop before him. It was a warm summer day when he was nine years old. Ordinarily, he would be out throwing the football around with his father on a day like this. But this was different. Today was different.

As Tony glanced around at the headstones surrounding him, he knew his dad's name would soon be among those already there. He turned his attention back to the ceremony, back to where his mother, holding his one-year-old sister, was crying, back to the coffin where his father lay.

He tried so hard to keep those tears from falling. He had to be the strong one now since Micheal DiNozzo was gone. But he just couldn't. Not this time. Salty tears ran freely down his small cheeks as the coffin was slowly lowered into the hole in the ground. This would be the last time he would ever see his dad. The very last time.

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"Did you know Tony had a sister?" Ziva asked McGee who was seated at his desk looking through some computer records.

"What?" he said obviously surprised at the news.

"Yes. Her name is Allison," she read from the computer screen. "She's twenty-two and is going to college at Cambridge."

"Wow. I wonder why he didn't tell us," McGee pondered out loud.

"That would be none of your business, McGee," Gibbs replied to the young agent. As he walked around to sit at his own desk, McGee noticed the lines on his face looked more distinct, like he he'd aged five years in the short hour he was not with them.

"I guess not, Boss," McGee responded. "How's Tony?"

"He's in surgery. They're trying to remove the two bullets lodged in his chest cavity. Unfortunatly they are dangerously close to his heart and they don't…" Gibbs faultered but only for a moment, "…don't know if he's gonna make it."

Ziva tried to hide the wave of emotion that flooded her mind as her boss said those eight little words. She tried but failed to suppress the lump rising into her throat. Tony could not die. He just couldn't. Her hands began to tremble. To calm herself she took in a shaky breath. Luckily, neither Gibbs nor McGee saw this as they were absorbed in their own thoughts about Tony. "McGee, you need to go up to Massachusettes and inform his sister about what happened."

"Boss, that's over a two hour flight," McGee complained.

"You'd better get going then," Gibbs replied.

"What am I supposed to pay for the ticket with?" McGee asked.

"You have a pay check," Gibbs reminded him.

"But boss I-" Gibbs gave him a glare he'd never seen before. "-will get to the airport right away." Gibbs's expression softened as McGee asked, "Ziva, what's her address?" He quickly scribbled down the street name and appartment number on a piece of paper and rushed out of the squadroom.

Ziva stared at her hands. Then she asked in a small voice that was very unlike her, "Gibbs, is he going to be all right?"

Gibbs gave a deep sigh and replied with truth and desparation, "I don't know, Ziva. I just don't know."

"That is what frightens me," Ziva replied.

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A/N: So how did you like the start to my story? Please review and let me know how I did and if you liked it or not. Don't worry. Tony's sister will be making an appearance next chapter. Should get really good! And if you didn't understand something please ask and I will explain it. Also, if you didn't get it, those scenes in italics are flashbacks that Tony has while on the operating table. JFYI. ANYWHO, please review! Thanks!!!