A/N:- This is the first in a series of unrelated stories that deal with our beloved Tony DiNozzo in AU circumstances. This first one had the changed fact that He and Gibbs had met earlier than Baltimore and were dating, although they hid the fact from those in charge. This is set in 2013 although, at time of writing, I am not completely up to date.

Tony's Secret Marriage

Chapter 1

Gibbs storms into the bullpen of the leading Major Crimes Response Team of the Navel Criminal Investigative Service and throws a load of paperwork on his desk. He senses something and his head whips round to stare at the empty deck of his second in command and partner of twelve years, Tony DiNozzo. 'Where the hell is DiNozzo?'

'Haven't seen him boss.' Comes the reply from the next person in the chain of command, Timothy McGee.

'He hasn't rung in?' The most junior agent, Ziva David, asks. 'He would ring you, would he not?'

'He copied me into an email to Gibbs, Ziva.' Tim replies. Gibbs glares at the technical expert. 'Ringing him boss.' He states as he picks up his desk phone and dials the number to Tony's apartment.

'You'd better have an answer by the time I've finished briefing the director.' Wisely, neither agent replies to the statement as they try to track down their wayward colleague. While waiting for the other end to pick up Tim glances over at Ziva.

'You could help Ziva.'

'I am doing cold cases.' She replies offhandedly. She glances over. 'And I am running his cell phone.' She pauses. 'Didn't Abby put tracking devices into our cars?' Tim meets her eyes and grins.

'Yes she did.'

'I am on it.' Ziva states just as Tony's answering machine picks up.

'Tony, you'd better have a good reason for not picking up the phone or not being in already. Gibbs is on the warpath. Just let us know if anything's wrong. Just call us Tony.' Tim replaces the handset into the cradle and looks over at Ziva. 'What's wrong?' Tim glances around to see if Gibbs is lurking, breathing a silent sigh of relief he moves to stand behind Ziva.

'Wow.' He breathes. 'That's either very good or very bad.'

'Well?' Gibbs demands suddenly appearing in front of them.

'The good news…' Ziva begins. 'is that Tony's phone and car are together.'

'David.' Gibbs growls.

'She means that Tony never made it into work. His car is at the Mayhem Centre.'

'But I do not understand. It is not on his way into work. And he does not have a child.' Gibbs raises his eyebrow at her.

'How much do you actually know about DiNozzo, Miss David?'

'in that Dossier, there is no mention of any children, no marriages. He is a… a…' She hesitates flustered in not finding the right word.

'Jock.' Tim supplies.

'Yes. Exactly he is a jock.'

'What else is he?' Gibbs asks. Tim and Ziva stare at him slightly confused.

'What do you mean?'

'He is a master at deflection and a brilliant undercover operative.' The dulcet tones of their chief medical examiner, Donald Mallard, floats over to them. 'Where is young Anthony. He mentioned last night he wanted to speak to me about something first thing?'

'Did he say what it was Duck?'

'I'm afraid not Jethro. But he was most insistent.'

'Maybe he got one of his girls pregnant. And now he has to pay for the child.'

'Rule 8.' Gibbs snaps

'Never take anything for granted?' Tim questions

'Or.' The team leader prompts.

'Do not assume.' Ziva replies promptly. Gibbs smirks slightly and holds his hand out. Tim stares at it before nudging Ziva off her computer.

'Tim.' She protests. He ignores her and grabs a post stick not and jots down a number.

'Number for the Mayhem Centre boss.' Gibbs spins on his heel and strides to his desk. Sitting down he looks over his monitor at the pair of agents.

'Getting into the CCTV boss.' Tim hurries back to his desk.

'Tracing his route into work.' Ziva adds already tapping away at the keys. Seeing them both at work. Gibbs discards the note and dials the number from memory. Watching him Ducky smirks.

'The Mayhem Centre? This is Agent Gibbs, I was wondering whether a Tony DiNozzo is there?' Ducky strains his ears in an attempt to hear the answer. 'Oh. Okay. He dropped of his two children, for playtime?' Tim's and Ziva's heads pop up from their screens at that piece of information. 'Mildred and Thomas. He hasn't turned up for work and both his cell and car seem to be in your parking lot. Could you check for me please.' Gibbs waits silently for the person on the other end of the line to come back. 'Thanks.' Gibbs pauses. 'Can you tell me who else in on the list for picking them up?' Another short wait. 'Okay thank you. Yes that is me. I will be by to pick them up in a few minutes. Just to be on the safe side. Can you tell them Uncle Jethro will be coming? Thank you. Good bye.' Gibbs replaces te receiver.

'Uncle Jethro?' Tim queries.

'But Tony does not have any children.'

'Obviously he does.' Gibbs states dryly. 'Ducky do you?'

'I've only really got paperwork to entertain me Jethro. I can look after them if need be and Abigail can help.' Ducky states.

'McGee with me.' Gibbs rises from his desk and strides towars the elevator.

'Err, boss.'

'Did I stutter McGee?' Gibbs snaps. 'We have a missing person. Two kids that might be in danger and you want to waste time?'

'No boss, but I'm nearly into The Mayhem Centre CCTV.'

'Timothy.' Ducky states gently, always the voice of reason. 'You could pick it up straight from the source.'

'Coming boss.' Tim grabs his stuff and runs after Gibbs to reach the elevator at the same time. Ducky watches them before returning to his domain of autopsy. Ziva waits for the medical examiner to be out of earshot before she picks up her phone to call the labs.

'Abby, it's Ziva. Did you know Tony has children?'