It was late Sunday night and Anthony DiNozzo for the first time since-well-college, he didn't have a date to go to, or some blonde sitting in his apartment, and for some strange reason he felt quite content-just sitting there watching his all-time favourite TV show Magnum P.I.
He pulled his arm away from the edge of the couch and grabbed another piece of pizza. Tonight would probably the last time he would eat pizza in a while, considering she was allergic to it. SERIOUSLY! He thought who could be allergic to double cheese and pepperoni pizza. It was DiNozzo heaven!
Suddenly someone started talking about hair-loss-another add, there were too many these days. Whilst whoever it was, was going on about losing their hair, he looked across the mantelpiece where several picture frames were line up. There was one of him and Kate, Ziva and himself, the three amigos McGee, Gibbs and of course himself. And near the end were his dad, himself and her…how cute she was, followed by one of them-her and him, both with famously big grins and cheeky eyes.
By now he had completely forgotten about Magnum and was sitting there remembering the last time they were together-really there never was a last time. His dad was never around, his mum had died and really it had just been him and her all the time. They had never been a family.
And that was something she had missed out on, something he had for a few years, but something he lost, something she never got, but he had decided to give her now.
Turning off the TV he walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, before walking to his bedroom, and crawling slowly into bed, where quite quickly he succumbed into a deep sleep.
"DiNozzo" Anthony DiNozzo barked into his phone. Who on earth was calling him at this hour. "DiNozzo, where the hell are you?" a gruff voice was heard through the phone. "In bed boss, you woke me up. Why are you calling me at this hour?" he said, still tires. "This hour DiNozzo! This hour! It's bloody 9 o'clock" his boss was yelling. "Shit" he exclaimed "I'll be there in 10". I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead he thought to himself.
Anthony DiNozzo was a dead man walking.
He hurried to get dressed, grab something for breakfast-which ended up being leftovers of last night's pizza, and ran to his car and broke every road rule in D.C. to get to work.
Pulling up at the NCIS garage he jumped out and waited for the elevator...from which his boss emerged. "Morning Boss" he said, trying to hide the fact he was quite scared. "Morning DiNozzo" his boss smirked sensing the discomfort of the younger man. Just as Tony let out a sigh a hand collided with the back of his head. Great, he thought.
The elevator dinged signalling their arrival at the bullpen. Slowly the doors opened to reveal 'probie' at his desk-HIS DESK! and 'probette' standing at the plasma obviously waiting for something and suddenly whatever she was waiting for arrived on the screen...and with that came an all too familiar voice.