AN: This is my first NCIS story, and I'm so excited! It's not completely written yet, but I'm working on it every day! Warning, this does introduce an original character, so if you're looking for a story that just has the actual characters, I'm sorry to say this isn't for you, but you should keep reading anyway! The story will contain slight Tiva and McAbby (I'm a huge fan of both by the way), but most likely not more than the show has.

Disclaimer: Alas, I would love to own NCIS. Imagine hanging out with the cast all day? I would die… of happiness of course. I might get too excited and my heart would just fail of course. But anyway, I don't own them. Nor am I profiting from this story in anyway. The original character introduced is mine, and if you would like to use her in a story of yours, please ask me. I passed kindergarten, so I do know how to share.

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"Belladona, of course I miss you!"

Ziva and McGee looked up as Tony walked through the elevator; his cell phone in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. He shot them his dazzling Tony smile as he walked to his desk and sat down.

"Yes, I will come visit you this weekend! Of course. All right, I'm at work now, but I will see you Saturday. Ti amo, anche. Arrivederci." With that, he snapped his phone shut and looked up to see Ziva glaring at him. He shot her another smile while McGee looked at the two of them amused.

"So who was that?" Ziva asked while standing up. "One of your lady friends?"

Tony looked suspiciously as she walked slowly towards her. "Perhaps. What's it to you?"

Ziva stopped in front of his desk and smiled sweetly at him. Then, with her quick reflexes, she grabbed his phone before he even had a chance to move his hand. He growled as she went through his call log.

"Nonna? Your grandmother, Tony?" Ziva asked, smiling coyly at him. McGee snorted into his coffee and Tony sent him a death glare.

"Shut it, McPig," Tony looked back at Ziva. "Yes, my nonna. What? You have a problem with me talking to my grandmother, Zee-vah?" Ziva turned her back to him and let out a few, compressed laughs while walking back to her desk. Tony continued to glare at her back while she took her seat.

"Grab your gear," Gibbs said, marching through the bullpen. "We have an unusual case."

"Unusual, boss?" McGee asked.

"We're not sure if it's completely our jurisdiction. Local police found a girl, who has nothing to do with the Navy, murdered in her college dorm. Around her neck was a sign that said, "Wrong One." Her name was Gianna Conte. Abby looked up other similarities to the name, and the closest one was…"

"Gianina Conti?" Tony asked. His face paled dramatically and stared at Gibbs with such an intense gaze that no one in the bullpen had seen him use before.

Gibbs stared back at him curiously. "Do you know her, DiNozzo?"

"Father was Chief Petty Officer Antonio Conti, mother was Special Agent Dalya Stein-Conti, a former NCIS Agent. She just turned 22 last month." Tony's face fell even more. "Yeah Gibbs. I know her." Gibbs and the rest of the team continued to stare at him strangely. Tony sighed and continued. "Old family friends. My dad and Antonio… Chief Petty Officer Conti, were old high school friends. I had dinner with them ever Sunday for 18 years. Hell, I'm named after Antonio."

"Are you or have you been in any contact with Gianina recently?" Gibbs asked.

Tony shook his head. "Not in years. I… sorta left my family and her family once I got to college. I couldn't even make it to her parents' funeral."

"Her parents are dead?" Ziva asked, looking at Gibbs, confused.

"Murdered, seven years ago," Gibbs replied, still looking at Tony.

"They still haven't caught the bastards," Tony added.

"Is there any connection between their murders and the murder on this girl?" McGee asked.

Gibbs turned his head and looked at McGee, dumbfounded. "I don't know McGee," he said, sarcastically.

"That's what you want me to find out. On it, Boss!" McGee said, returning to his desk.

"Not yet! McGee, David, you're with me. We're going to the crime scene to see if the police missed anything. DiNozzo," Gibbs said, tossing an envelope at him. "Go pick up Gianina. She's at Columbia University now, in New York. This'll tell you how to find her."

Tony looked down at the envelope and opened it as Gibbs and the team walked away. He sighed as he pulled out all the paperwork on her. A tiny picture fell out and landed on the ground. As he bent over and picked it up, he realized that this girl… no, woman… was not the little preteen he left behind.

Gianina was stunning in the picture. She had inherited most of her father's Italian looks, with her olive skin and dark, curly brown hair. She must have been at a party of some sort with friends, who were cropped out of the picture, for she was wearing a rusty orange color dressed that would've looked hideous if she had lighter skin, but it brought out the bronze in her skin. Her teeth were now straight, thanks to the awkward braces she had when he left for college, and beautifully white. She had very little make-up on, and Tony doubted if she needed any. She had always been a cute little girl, but she had turned out to be a gorgeous young woman now.

He sighed as he put the picture down and looked at her current address. Columbia University, all the way up in New York. She had never been the academic type, always putting of her homework in favor of dancing. He guessed she must have changed a lot since he left…

He felt a pang of guilt through his chest. Once he left home, he really left for good, choosing to spend holidays and vacations at one of his buddy's house instead of returning home. He had never had a good family life and never really wanted to go home. He couldn't even put his pride and pain aside to go home and go to the funeral of two people that he once called second parents. Hell, they were more of parents to him then his own sometimes…

This was not going to be pleasant. He thought of Gianina once in a while. She had been the little sister he had always wanted, and he just gave up on her. He knew she had looked to him as an older brother once upon a time, and he disregarded her as soon as he left home. Tony had considered contacting her a few times over the years, but it had been too long… and he had missed her parents' funeral, a time where she probably needed him most. Now their meeting was inevitable. He had to go see her. Not just see her, but bring her back to NCIS, where he would probably spend time with her. He wanted to see her again, but other different circumstances.

Tony sighed again and found his car keys. This trip to New York was going to be long, but not long enough.