Hey there! This is my first time writing for NCIS. My inspiration for this story was that I realized that there are not a lot of stories out there that have DiNozzo as a kid. There also are very few stories out there that have DiNozzo speaking Italian. Well, I hope you guys like this!

Chapter One

Things just got shaken up a little bit….

It was a beautiful day in the middle of June. It was slightly cloudy and it wasn't a blazing hot day. Gibbs decided that today was the day that he was going to take his family to the local lake to swim. The lake wasn't much, but it was nice to get out of the house.

Shannon had packed a full picnic basket full of sandwiches and snacks. Gibbs was in charge of bringing the quilt and Frisbee. They all loaded the car up and left the house around eleven. It was going to be a wonderful day.

They placed everything in a shady spot and began to set up the picnic site. Shannon took out the sandwiches and handed them out to each member of the family. They sat and ate taking in all of the nature that was around them. After eating they played some Frisbee in the sun. After half an hour of running around, Shannon made the decision that she was going to go back into the shade and read. Gibbs finally convinced Kelly that they should join Shannon and relax for a little bit.

It only took ten minutes until Kelly had begun to beg her parents to go with her to small playground that was not far from the lake. Kelly was already seven years old and full of energy and could not handle sitting still to save her life. Gibbs groaned and then elected to take Kelly to the playground while Shannon sat and read her book on the quilt. Overall, it was a relaxing day.

While Kelly played on the playground, Gibbs decided to sit on one of the benches that surrounded the playground. Gibbs took in the scenery around him, the birds chirping, the light breeze, and the sound of the leaves rustling. He saw Kelly climb up the ladder to the playground before he shut his eyes so that he could relax. All was fine until he heard Kelly scream.

"DADDY!" Kelly shrieked in terror. In a flash he bolted off the bench and ran to where Kelly was.

"What? What is it?" Gibbs panicked as he ran.

"Daddy, look!" Kelly pointed to the tube that connected the playground. Inside Gibbs found a boy lying down. It appeared as if the boy was just waking up because he started to rub his eyes before he turned over.

As soon as he saw Gibbs and Kelly the boy sprang to life and tried to hurriedly crawl out the other end of the tube.

"Hey, hey, I'm not going to hurt you bud." Gibbs said as he approached the boy, trying to calm him down.

The boy just kept trying to crawl away from him. The kid couldn't have been more than five years old and Gibbs didn't see signs of his parents anywhere. The kid didn't get far before he collapsed on the playground. Gibbs took this as his chance to get a closer look at him. That's when he noticed that the boy had a broken arm. The arm was bent in an unnatural way, so that his bone was sticking out of his wrist. It looked extremely painful but the boy was ignoring it completely.

"Hey buddy look I'm not going to hurt you." Gibbs went to reach towards the boy but the boy sat up and scooted as far away from Gibbs as possible.

This set off warning bells in Gibb's head. The boy was too panicky, and he had a feeling that breaking his wrist wasn't an accident.

"Daddy what's wrong with him?" Kelly asked, worried. She had refused to move from her position on the other end of the tube.

"I don't know Kells." Gibbs replied.

Gibbs then tried to reach out again. This time the boy sucked in a breath before closing his eyes and screaming, "Per favore, non farmi del male! Mi dispiace! Per favore, non mi riporterà!"

Gibbs had no clue what this kid was saying. What language was he speaking? It sounded like Italian.

"Do you speak English?" Gibbs asked.

The boy looked at him dumbfounded, while he continued to breathe heavily. "I'll take that as a no…" Gibbs said.

How was he going to do this? Besides the broken arm, the boy had a rather nasty bruise on the side of his face. He also notice that there must have been a cut on the top of his head because there was a path of dried blood down his face that originated at the boy's hairline. Gibbs couldn't tell if the boy had any other injuries underneath the dirtied and ripped t-shirt and jeans.

"Kid come with me," Gibbs motioned for the boy to come with him. "I can help you."

The boy looked at Gibbs like he was nuts. He did not understand a word of what Gibbs was saying. Gibbs had no idea what to do. What he did know was that this boy needed medical attention. He was torn between phoning for the police or taking him the hospital himself.

"Kelly why don't you play on the swings for a bit? Ok?" Gibbs asked. He didn't want Kelly to make the boy even more nervous. Kelly looked at him with a worried look before she climbed off the jungle gym and ran towards the swing set.

The little boy's breathing started to quicken when Gibb's hand reached into his pocket to grab his phone.

Gibbs called the only person he thought might be able to help in this case.

"Jethro?"

"Hey Duck, I know it's the weekend but I kind of need your help."

"My dear boy whatever seems to be the problem? Is the family well?"

Gibbs took in a deep breath before he looked up at the small boy. The boy was still looking at him intently with worry still in his eyes.

"The family is fine Duck. Do you know any Italian by chance?"

Gibbs could hear Ducky chuckle as he replied. "I must admit that is an interesting question. But yes I do know a little bit. Did you know that I once spent a semester in Italy during med school? I remember it was-"

"Duck, can you meet me on the jungle gym at Lake Anna?" Gibbs was loosing his patience already.

"I must say Jethro, this conversation is getting stranger by the second. But yes I can be there in fifteen minutes. Do we have a case?"

"Not exactly..." With that Gibbs ended the call and put his phone back in his coat pocket.

It seemed that the boy had stopped breathing as heavy as he had been, although he still looked completely terrified. It also appeared as if the boy hadn't had a decent meal in ages.

Gibbs spent the next couple minutes pretending that he wasn't looking the boy over. The child had not made a sound after realizing that Gibbs could not understand him. The child had dirty blond hair that looked like it had been matted in the front with blood. Next, Gibb's attention was drawn to the boy's eyes. They were the nicest blue-green color that he's ever seen. Right now they were wide with fear. He had begun to wonder how many days the child was out here. And where were the kid's parents? What happened to him?

Gibb's gut gave him a bad feeling about this whole situation.

Finally, Ducky arrived carrying his medical bag. When he saw Jethro with the boy, his step faltered but then he regained his composure. Ducky was not expecting this.

"My, Jethro. And who do we have here?" Ducky asked as he approached the boy.

The boy flinched away again and continued to breathe heavily. He moved to cover his face with his good hand as he tried to get as much distance from the doctor as possible.

Ducky glanced over to Jethro with worry. "It appears that he is quite injured. What troubles me is the fact that he is so upset. What happened?"

"I don't have a clue Duck. Kelly found him sleeping on the playground. I tried to go near him and he flipped out screaming at me in Italian. I don't think he speaks English."

"Rest assured. Hopefully we can calm the poor lad down." Ducky then sighed and turned to the boy. "Ciao a tutti, parli italiano?"

This got the boy's attention, he automatically stopped hiding and looked to doctor Mallard and nodded.

'Do you speak English?' Ducky asked next in Italian. This was good, they were making progress, and it seemed that the boy had calmed down a little more. The boy shook his head.

'Can you tell me your name?'

'Anthony DiNozzo Junior' The boy answered back, though he didn't seem too pleased at the long name.

'My, that is a mouthful. Do you have a nickname?' Ducky asked with a slight chuckle.

The kid then flashed a mega-watt smile and answered. 'Tony, I like to be called Tony.'

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This story is completely parental and I plan to update soon! Please tell me what you think about it!

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