Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or any of its characters but God knows I wish I did! (Especially Tony! I would LOVE to own him!!! ) :D
A/N: There is some Italian in this but don't worry, I always have a translation. Well, except for Ciao. That means hello. Ok that's it. Enjoy the story!
Gibbs walked out of the elevator and into the bullpen. His team was seated at their desks. Well, not all of his team.
"Where's DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked with an edge of annoyance.
Ziva was the first to answer.
"He is at a Family Reunion in Italy, remember?" He said he sent you a leave request."
Gibbs cast his eyes on her.
"You don't check your email. Never mind." Ziva answered solemnly.
McGee spoke up.
"He said he's not staying for the whole event. Only a couple days. He didn't seem too excited about it either."
Gibbs gave an irritated look before starting on the mountain of paperwork that had accumulated on his desk.
Moments later his phone rang. He answered and listened for a few seconds, then hung up.
"Grab your gear. Dead Navy Lieutenant found in a dumpster in Rock Creek Park."
Ziva and McGee slung their backpacks over their shoulders. It wasn't quite the same without Tony's immediate call for shotgun.
They stepped into the silent elevator and the doors slid closed.
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Tony took a deep breath, preparing himself. He was standing outside his father's Italian villa. That was where the Reunion was set to take place.
He knocked lightly and waited.
His father's butler opened the door. His face looked glum.
"Ciao Anthony." He greeted.
"Ciao Vincent."
"Suo padre è nel suo studio." (Translation: "Your father is in his study.")
"Ringraziamenti." (Translation: "Thanks.")
It was convenient that Tony knew Italian, but right now he was in no mood to be remembering an entire other language. He was thankful that his father could speak occasional sentences in broken English.
Tony entered the large, empty main hallway and the house's overall silence, concluding he was the first to arrive.
Great. He thought.
Tony cautiously made his way to his father's study. He knocked and waited.
The door opened moments later to reveal a hard-faced Italian man. His cold eyes cast down on Tony.
"Ciao, Anthony."
"Ciao, father."
Tony didn't look his father in the eyes.
Mr. DiNozzo suddenly grabbed Tony by the shirt and shoved him into the wall.
"Lei il figlio ingrato di una femmina. Il becuase giusto lei è dell'agente di governo speciale, che non significa che lei non è una vite su. La sola ragione l'ho invitata a questo era mostrare che il successo suoi cugini sono diventati da unire le aziende a conduzione familiare, un sentiero che lei ha evitato stupidamente." (Translation: "You ungrateful son of a bitch. Just becuase you're some special government agent, that doesn't mean that you aren't a screw up. The only reason I invited you to this was to show what a success your cousins have become since joining the family business, a path you foolishly avoided.")
"Piacevole per vederla anche, il babbo." (Translation: "Nice to see you too, dad.") Tony replied sarcastically.
The sarcasm was a bad choice. His father pulled his fist back and slammed it into Tony's right eye.
Tony didn't even flinch. He could feel a bruise forming around his eye.
They were interrupted when Vincent let in another one of Tony's cousins, Ricky.
Ricky came into Mr. DiNozzo's study without bothering to knock.
Mr. DiNozzo stood from his desk chair and went over to Ricky, embracing him in a hug and giving him the traditional Italian kiss on each cheek.
Ricky hugged him back then went over to Tony. Ricky has been living in New York for the past six years, so he greeted him with a slight New York accent.
"Hey, Tony."
Tony nodded in his direction. Ricky knew about how Tony's relationship with his father had been. The three went into the main hallway to await the arrival of the other relatives.
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Upon their arrival to the crime scene, Gibbs sent Ziva and McGee to their tasks while he went to talk to the Metro cop who had blocked off the area.
He wasn't very helpful.
"We ID'd him as Lieutenant Jason Briggs."
"You touched the body?" Gibbs barked.
The cops face didn't waver.
"Actually, his dog tags were sitting on top of his body, sir." He put emphasis on sir.
Gibbs glared and went over to the body.
Sure enough, the dog tags had been taken off the victim's neck and placed on his stomach. The Lieutenant was lying on his back under a large tree. His hands were folded on his stomach as well. If it weren't for the 9mm slug in his head he would have looked like he was sleeping.
Ziva came up behind Gibbs.
"Ducky's here." She said.
At that time, Ducky and Palmer came over. Ducky was lecturing Palmer.
"I'm terribly sorry Jethro, but Palmer got us lost again.'
Gibbs smiled.
Ducky knelt down next to the body.
"What do we have here?" Ducky inquired.
He took out his liver probe and stuck it into the victim.
"Well I estimate time of death to be around 23 hundred hours last night. The amount of blood pooling says that this is where he was shot."
Gibbs looked at his watch.
"You mean the body's been here for nine hours and no one noticed until now?"
"I suppose that, to the common eye, he would appear to be asleep. He very well may have been when he was shot."
"Thanks Duck."
Gibbs walked off as Ducky and Palmer got the body into the van.
McGee was talking to Ziva. She was taking pictures of the crime scene while he bagged and tagged.
"Don't you wonder what Tony's doing right now?" McGee asked.
Ziva didn't look up when she answered.
"It is simple, McGee. He is in Italy, hitting on girls and having fun, while we are here, digging through a dumpster."
McGee stopped for a moment.
"Wait. Didn't we get the call from someone who claimed to have found the body in the dumpster?"
Ziva stopped too.
"Yes that is right. Yet, the body we focused on was the one in plain sight under that tree." She pointed to the treat.
McGee reached down into the dumpster and stopped suddenly.
Ziva came over and helped him move garbage away.
"Boss, you may want to come see this!" McGee yelled.
Gibbs came up behind them.
"What, McGee?" Gibbs asked impatiently.
McGee's eyes flicked to the dumpster.
Inside they had uncovered the head of a girl no older than six.
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By now, all of his family had arrived. Well, all men had. Women were at their own reunion in Sicily. All the men were gathered in the dining room. Their dinner would be served soon.
Mr. DiNozzo was seated at the head of the table. Tony was at the end of the left side.
When the butlers came in with individual trays, Mr. DiNozzo said to the butler about to serve Tony, "Non dare un pasto a Anthony. Non ha bisogno del peso extra." (Translation: "Don't give a meal to Anthony. He doesn't need the extra weight.")
Tony looked down at his perfectly fit stomach and frowned.
Some of his cousins gave him looks of pity, others looks of hate.
Tony sighed.
This is going to he a long few days.
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This didn't make any sense.
They had gotten a call about a dead Lieutenant in a dumpster. They found the Lieutenant, but he was under a nearby tree. In the dumpster there was a dead little girl. At first they had thought it was just a head, but when they moved away the rest of the trash, there was a full body.
Gibbs had looked away in disgust. The girl had resembled Kelly.
He was giving grief to the entire team throughout the entire case. He barely looked at them. He just barked orders. McGee became the victim of more head slaps than usual.
A few days later, when Tony came out of the elevator and walked slowly to his desk, trying to hide his limp, Gibbs didn't even look at the appearance of his senior agent.
"McGee, fill DiNozzo in."
McGee went over to Tony's desk and started explaining, in detail, what their case was so far.
Tony listened half-heartedly.
McGee was studying Tony as he talked on autopilot.
His partner had large bags under his eyes. Worry and pain lines were clearly visible on his face. He seemed to only to only be half-listening to what he was saying. His eyes were glazed over. The thing that scared McGee the most was the three-inch long scar that were slightly peaking out of Tony's unusually-fully-buttoned shirt. It was definitely fairly new.
When McGee finished explaining the case, Tony wasn't listening at all.
"Tony!" McGee said to his face.
Tony snapped his head up to McGee.
"What?"
McGee looked over at Ziva. Her face mirrored McGee's feeling of worry. Gibbs was looking through the case file. He didn't look up.
"DiNozzo!"
Tony's head whipped over to Gibbs.
"Yeah boss?"
"Stop wasting time and get to work! You're not on vacation anymore!"
Tony almost wasn't able to hide the look of hurt on his face.
"Right boss."
Tony leaned over his desk to McGee. He spoke in a whisper.
"What work am I supposed to be doing, exactly?"
McGee sighed.
"Just check the bolo we put out on license plate X682F7."
Tony nodded and got to work.
McGee took one last look at the scar tip, then went back to his desk.
A/N: Ok this is my second NCIS fanfic and I don't know if I should finish it. Please review and let me know if you like it or have and suggestions. And if you like Tony abuse/teenage Tony/Tony-Gibbs-father-son, please read my other story, Don't Make Promises You Can't Keep. Thanks! Please review! Bye!
