Authour's note: I haven't written anything in a while, but this idea came to me on my way to work and I just had to write it down. There are a few sensitive subjects in this fic, including child abuse, and rape. If that is going to be a problem then please don't read this, I don't want to upset anyone. Have only written two chapters to this so forgive me if I take a little while to update.
Gibbs sat at his desk drinking his second cup of coffee that morning, waiting patiently for his team to arrive. He looked at his watch and sighed, hoping at least one of them would have been in by then. Just as he was considering going down to see Abby the elevator dinged, singling an arrival. He turned and saw Ziva and McGee headed in his direction.
"Morning Gibbs," Ziva said, as she put her bag by her desk and sat down.
"Boss," McGee added, also sitting at his desk.
"Where's Dinozzo?" Gibbs asked, turning his head towards the elevator, expecting him to be just lagging behind.
"I do not know Gibbs, he was not at the elevator when we arrived," Ziva replied, looking from Gibbs to Tony's empty desk.
"Do you want me to call him boss?"
"No, but if he's not here in the next…."
DING the elevator arrived and the door opened, several people walking out, one being Anthony Dinozzo.
"Morning my fellow team members, and what a fine morning it is too!" Tony exclaimed, throwing down his backpack and slouching down onto his swivel chair.
"And why are you so happy, something to do with a lady friend, yes?" Ziva asked, loving to wind her partner up.
"As a matter of fact, yes. She was beautiful, blonde hair, long legs, even you couldn't say no probie."
"This is your new girlfriend yes?"
"I wouldn't say girlfriend, but we're seeing each other. Why so interested Zee-va!"
"I am merely taking an interest, there is nothing wrong with that."
Tony smiled, leaning back with his hands clasped behind his head. "So how's your love life Ziva?"
"Enough!" Gibbs exclaimed, draining the last dregs of his coffee. "Don't you two have anything better to do?"
Before they could answer Gibbs phone rang and they all waited patiently for him to cut the call off and tell them to grab their gear.
"That was the L. they've just had a call about a missing child, eight years old, was last seen yesterday."
"Why are they calling us boss?" McGee asked.
"Because the child's parents are in the navy." There was a pause as Gibbs took his gun and badge from his desk draw, he then turned around and began issuing his orders. "Dinozzo, David with me, McGee I need you to find as much information as possible on Petty Officer Julia Ackland and Lieutenant Mark Ackland. If this turns into a kidnapping case we'll need information and fast."
"On it boss," McGee replied, already tapping keys on his computer.
Gibbs headed for the elevator, Ziva and Tony not far behind.
"Is everything ok Tony?" Ziva asked, as she noticed the perplexed look on his face.
"Yeah, I just thought I recognised that name, but I can't place it."
"Which one Dinozzo, husband or wife?" Gibbs asked, wanting to know if his senior field agent had any connection to the family.
"The husband, but I can't put a face to the name."
"Maybe you'll recognise him when you see him," Ziva suggested as they stepped into the elevator.
"Yeah, maybe."
They arrived at the Petty Officer and Lieutenants house in record time, already at the door when Agent Ellis's team arrived.
The door opened to reveal a small woman, her eyes red and puffy her hands shaking slightly as she shook the agents hands.
"I'm Special Agent Gibbs, this is Special Agent Dinozzo and Officer David, NCIS."
"Please come in, has there been any news?"
"I'm afraid we haven't been told much, only that your son was missing, if we could ask you a few questions, then we'll be out of your way and out looking for your son," Gibbs said as he walked through the hall and into the living room.
"Honey who is it?" a male voice asked from the next room.
"It's NCIS, they've come to ask us some questions."
"We've already answered enough questions, what more do you want us to say," the voice demanded, entering the room to reveal an older man with greying hair and dark eyes.
"We understand you've spoken with the police but we're taking over the investigation and we need to know as much as possible, so if you wouldn't mind."
"Of course," Petty Officer Ackland said, turning to her husband. "Please Mark, just do as they say."
"Ok but I want things done quickly, Ben needs to be found."
Gibbs nodded and went to take a seat after the Petty Officer offered, he turned quickly to face his team, wanting them to sit down as well, he wanted to put the Ackland's at ease. He looked first to Ziva, and then immediately to Tony by the way Ziva was watching him.
"Tony, are you ok?" Ziva asked, worried by the look on her partners face.
As Ziva asked the question Tony's face if possible paled even more, and he stuttered out a reply before fleeing from the room.
All the occupants of the room stood and stared at the retreating senior field agent, not knowing what to say. Gibbs was the one to break the silence, turning to the Ackland's and excusing himself, before leaving the room he looked to Ziva to let her know she should continue with the questioning.
Once outside Gibbs searched the area for his agent, finding him standing by the car.
"Dinozzo, what the hell has gotten into you?" Gibbs exclaimed, while walking swiftly towards him.
When he got no reply and his agent's back was still facing him Gibbs grabbed hold of Tony's shoulder and spun him around.
"Hey, what the…." Gibbs began; cutting off his tirade as he saw the state his senior field agent was in.
Tony's breathing was erratic, and he was as white as a sheet, and Gibbs realised if he didn't do something fast then Tony would most probably pass out.
"Hey Tony, what's wrong?" Gibbs asking, placing his hand under his agents chin and lifting it so their eyes met.
What he saw there worried him, Tony looked scared, more than scared even, and in all the time they'd known each other Gibbs didn't think he'd ever seen that look in Tony's eyes.
"I…I know him," Tony said, his voice shaky.
Gibbs nodded, that much he'd guessed. "Well, not from your time at NCIS or I'd know him too. So do you know him from back when you were a detective?"
Tony shook his head no, opening his mouth to speak, but deciding against it.
"When you were a kid?" Gibbs asked, after pausing to think about his next words.
Tony nodded his head, his eyes closing so he wouldn't have to look at Gibbs.
Gibbs let go of his agent and moved to open the passenger seat door, once opened he took hold of Tony's arm and pulled him to the seat, helping him sit down. Once Tony was steady, Gibbs crouched down in front of him, opening the glove compartment to get out a bottle of water.
"Drink this," Gibbs said, taking off the lid and handing it to Tony.
Tony opened his eyes and looked at the bottle, taking it with his right hand and trying to lift it to his mouth. His hands were unfortunately shaking too much and it ended up down his shirt instead of in his mouth.
Gibbs hand shot out and steadied the bottle, helping his agent take a drink before taking the water and placing it on the floor.
"Now, tell me what this is about? How do you know the Lieutenant?"
"He was, friends with my father," Tony said, talking slowly, wrapping his arms around himself. "I met him, when I was seven. He and my father were doing business, and he came to the house, a few times."
Gibbs nodded, allowing his agent to take his time; he knew that the senior Dinozzo wasn't a nice man, Tony never really talked too much about his father, but he had said enough.
"I was supposed to stay in my room when my father had people over, most of the time I did, I didn't want to make him angry. Sometimes I got curious, wanted to know what was happening. I was always careful, and he never found out. But one night Ackland was over, and I heard raised voices. That was normal so I tuned them out, until I heard my name. I was surprised, my father never talked about me to anyone, a lot of people didn't even know he had a son. After I heard my name, I went downstairs and to his study, and I listened. Ackland said something like, 'if you want my help then you'll let me do what I want.' There was silence, and then my father said ok. I didn't know what Ackland wanted, and I was thinking about it when the door opened."
Author's note: Sorry if that ending was a bit sudden, but I wanted to see what people thought before I continued. Please review if you liked it, or didn't.