I wrote this story because I really wanted to know what happened to Tony's mother and explore more of his backstory. I'm not sure all the science or computer stuff is correct, but I used it to make it fit the story. I hope you like it.
I do not own NCIS, but I would love to!
The walls of the big old house seemed like they were closing in on him as he made the long walk down the hallway to her bedroom. Each step caused his heart to beat faster and faster, its rhythm growing louder in his head. A sense of foreboding filled his body. He stepped over a table that had been overturned spotting her favorite vase, shattered, its flowers spilled on the floor. Further down there lay a painting ripped down the middle, its occupants gleeful faces mocking his fear.
Her bedroom door hung open displaying the horror that lay within. Feathers sprinkled the floor and bed. The doors of the armoire were splintered, shards of wood scattered the room. The sheets hung on the floor ripped, something lay within them. He moved closer to get a better look and his heart stopped when he recognized the hilt of a knife, covered in blood.
His stomach rolled over and he could taste the bile rise into his throat. He didn't want to keep looking at this scene, didn't want to go further and find what he knew must be in this room. The fight that had taken place here had been a long and dark one, neither party willing to give in. His heart beat a frantic tattoo inside his chest. He willed his feet to keep moving.
The bathroom lay to his left. That's where he found her, in the bathtub. She lay sprawled, her legs and hands spilling out of the tub. Blood coated her clothing and face, spilling down the sides of her body. Her face, eyes wide open, held a glimpse of the terror she had known in her last seconds. He turned and was sick in the sink basin. His knees began to shake and almost gave out.
Anthony DiNozzo turned around and stared into the frozen face of his mother's corpse.