Disclaimer: I own no part of NCIS (unfortunately). Any mention of the Royal Family is from Wikipedia and I did my best to stick to the facts (for the most part).

The Royal Wedding inspired me to write this totally fluffy, completely unrealistic story! I hope you like it

Park House, Sandringham in Norfolk England (The house Princess Diana was born in) December 19, 2010

Prince William trudged up the grassy hill to the visit the home his mother was born and raised in. He loved the estate and came to visit as often as he could. It was a place he could come to when he needed to be alone to think. And he always felt as if his mother's presence was still there. To him, it was the best place in the world. He slowly opened the barn doors and looked around. It was just as he remembered it. The hay-covered barn was cleaned up and the horses were all lined up in their stalls. Medals and ribbons covered a wall and opposite was all the saddles and bridles. Grinning, he closed the door behind him and slowly approached the biggest horse who neighed in greeting and bounced his head at the Prince. "Hey, Major." William said softly as he stroked his nose. The sound of roosters clucking above him made him look up to the hayloft. He made his way up and walked over to the window. Looking out over the estate gave him a chill. This is where his mother grew up and maybe she too even sat in this very loft. Looking around he spotted a nice little spot where it looked as if someone had made a little cubby hole to sit in. 'Yes' he thought. 'She would have sat here.' He thought to himself and with a smile he sat down slowly and closed his eyes. He envisioned his mother sitting here in this very spot, amid the hay and overlooking the estate. He gripped the hay in his hands and wondered what she did up here. He shoved his hands deeper into the straw and his fingers felt something hard. Frowning, he pushed away the hay and found a little wooden box.

The box was a faded green with a little golden snap on the front. William brushed it off and slowly opened it revealing a letter. Frowning deeper, he unfolded it.

My dearest Lady Diana,

As your family has instructed, the baby boy you gave birth to has been adopted by another family. An Italian family by the name of Dinozzo has willingly adopted him as their own. The couple were unable to have their own children and were interested in adoption. Rest assured, he will be given proper care and education. As you requested, he will know of you and his ties to the Royal Family. The couple had decided to name him Anthony Dinozzo. I hope you are pleased with the arrangements.

Sincerely,

Edwin

Prince William stared at the letter in his hands. According to this, he had an older half-brother by the name of Anthony Dinozzo. He looked at the date on the letter. 1979. She would have been… 18. Two years before she married Charles, his father. Wherever this Anthony Dinozzo was, he must know who his mother was, so why hadn't William ever heard of him? Did he not want the throne? According to birth order he would be next in line for the throne…

Shaking his head, he tucked the letter in his jacket and slowly made his way down the ladder. He absentmindedly began brushing one of the horses but his mind was thinking about this Anthony Dinozzo. Who was he? What was he like?

Halfway around the world, the sun was just coming up in Washington DC. The golden rays poured into the little apartment in Georgetown. Tony and Kate laid there in bed, the sheets wrapped around them covering their naked bodies. Tony shifted and smiled to himself as he felt his girlfriend curled up in his arms. Her silky hair ticked his nose and he reached up to gently push her hair away from her face. 'She's so beautiful.' He thought to himself as his hands roamed her petite body. She stirred as she felt Tony's hands wander up and down her back. Kate giggled as his fingers brushed her bottom. Tony grinned and squeezed gently, gasping when she arched her back pressing her body into his. "Good morning, gorgeous." He whispered as he placed sweet kisses along her collarbone, moving slowly up to catch her lips in his. Kate moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Good morning, handsome." She teased his lips, flicking her tongue out to ask permission for more. Granting her wish, Tony deepened the kiss and moved his body over hers. Kate ran her hands down his muscular back, delighted when he trembled under her touch. She brought her hands up to tangle in his hair, pulling his mouth to hers.

"I love you, Caitlin." Tony whispered in her ear. Kate moaned and whispered back, "I love you too, Tony." He rolled them over so Kate was laying on top of him. Her body molded perfectly to his. Kate gently ran her hand up his arm to entwine her fingers with his as they kissed. His other arm circled her waist and held her tightly to him. "Promise me something?" Kate whispered. Tony gazed into her hazel eyes. "I'd promise you the world." Kate nuzzled his neck and replied, "I don't want the world. I just want you, your heart." She said to him placing a kiss on his chest where his heart was beating wildly underneath. Tony gathered her hair out of her face and pulled her mouth down to his. Their tongues greedily explored each other's mouths. "I promise you everything I have. My heart has always been yours and always will be. I promise." He said. "But does this mean I have your heart?" he teased. Kate laughed and nibbled lightly on his jaw. "You've always had my heart. Even when you didn't know it." She reassured him. Satisfied, Tony rolled them over again so they were laying side-by-side on the bed, their bodies pressed against each other.

They jumped as the alarm clock on the bedside table began beeping. Kate groaned and buried her head in his chest, hoping if she blocked out the noise, it'll just go away. Tony smiled at her and leaned over to turn off the alarm. "A horrible reminder that we don't in fact have the day to make out. We have to get up for work." He said to Kate who grunted a response. Tony burst out laughing. "So articulate." He congratulated her before gathering her in his arms and standing up. "Come on, shower time!" he said as he carried Kate to the shower.

An hour later the couple made it to the Navy Yard. With one last mind-blowing kiss, Tony took Kate's hand in his as they made their way to the elevators. "I'm kind of hoping we have a case." Kate confessed to Tony. Tony chuckled. "Doing reports and paperwork starting to drive you crazy?" he said as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "I know how you feel." They haven't had a case for two weeks now and the whole team was slowly going stir crazy. Gibbs came in yesterday with two cups of coffee and spent the whole day grumbling like a wounded bear. He felt a little better after he smacked and broke his fourth computer for the month. They had even taken to playing poker down in autopsy during the day. Abby won every time. The elevator dinged and the two stepped out.

"Keep your hands to yourself, Dinozzo!" Gibbs barked at him when he saw Kate and Tony come in, Tony with his arm still around Kate's waist. "Ah, come on Boss!" Tony whined. "You know Kate and I are a couple. Why can't we-" he trailed off at the death glare Gibbs was giving him. "And a good morning to you too, Boss! I'm just going to get to work." He grimaced as he made his way back to his desk. Kate smirked at him. They settled down for the day and got to work filing papers and writing up more reports. After about 30 minutes, they were interrupted with loud smacking noises. Gibbs was banging the stapler against his new computer. McGee rolled his eyes and got up to help him. "Boss, hitting the computer isn't going to make it work." He said as he leaned over the keyboard fixing Gibbs' computer. "Works every other time." He said grumpily. "Boss, I hate to break it to you. But the only reason it works is because after you hit it and break it, the agency replaces it for you." Tony piped up from his corner. Kate nodded. "I think you're on your fifth one for this month." Gibbs looked up and glared at his two agents who immediately shut up and went back to work.

After a couple of long hours of typing and working, Tony looked up to see a young man heading towards him. "Agent Dinozzo?" he asked hesitantly. "That's Very Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo to you." He corrected him. "I was told to give this to you and make sure it got into only your hands and no one else's." he said as he handed Tony an envelope. Gibbs, Kate and McGee looked up hoping maybe it had something to do with a case. Tony looked at the return address and froze. It was from Wales. The only reason anyone in Wales would have to write to him would be because of his biological mother, known to the world as Princess Diana. No one here knew his secret. Not Gibbs, not even Kate. Looking up at the young man, he asked, "Who had you deliver this to me?" The man shrugged. It came in with all the mail but the postman was given orders to handle this letter with particular care." Tony nodded. "Thanks." He said as he watched the man leave. With shaking hands, he opened the letter.

Mr. Anthony Dinozzo,

You do not know me personally, but I have recently found a letter to my mother (your biological mother) about your adoption. I admit this was a surprise, I had no idea my mother had other children before Henry and I. Can we talk sometime? I have so many questions for you.

Sincerely,

Prince William

Tony closed his eyes. The very thing he fought so long to hide had finally come out. He thought he had made it more than clear: he wanted nothing to do with being "royal". He was perfectly happy being Very Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo. He loved DC and Kate and his team who had become the family he never really had. Shaking his head, he angrily stuffed the letter back in the envelope and looked up to see everyone staring at him. "Is it a case?" McGee asked hopefully. Tony shook his head. "No, it's a personal letter." He mumbled. The other three agents continued to look at Tony suspiciously.

There was something he wasn't telling them.

I'm not sure what I'm doing or where I'm going with this story... So, is this a story I should continue? If not, I will most likely delete it and wait til I get an idea when I'm completely wide awake.