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Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo Father/Son
AO: Okay guys I am setting this after about middle season of three. Yeah I know it's going to be weird thinking Tony isn't a agent but he a five year old boy. But I wanted to do my own version of Gibbs and Tony doing their Father and Son thing.
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There was a knock on the door and I sighed heavily. It was the middle of the afternoon and maybe it was something important! Why people can't call and leave a damn message always confused me. I wiped my hands as I headed up the stairs. When I opened the door there was a car seat, with what looked like a small toddler, straight in front of me.
I froze for a second. It was cold out so I picked the carrier up and headed inside. I put the car seat down and I lifted the toddler out. It seemed the toddler was a boy and I wanted to make sure he was warm. I was cradling him in one arm when I saw a letter with my name on it. I unfolded it to read it. There were other papers down there as well.
"Dear Jethro,
It's been a while. I have not talked to you since Shannon and Kelly died. I am sorry to do this to you but the doctors say that I won't be alive much longer and Tony doesn't need to watch me die. I don't want you giving him to social services. He has passed the age were adoption is most likely to happen. Jethro, you were my friend as much as Shannon was and I trust you with my son. His father died over in Iraq about eighteen months ago and I'm sure you remember I have no family. I was a foster kid myself, I know what it is like. Please, Jethro, watch over my son! Please make sure he has a happy child hood! That's something I couldn't give him and something he deserves. All the legal paperwork is in here as well and they are signed for you to become his legal guardian.
Isabella DiNozzo"
I looked through the rest of the paperwork. There was his birth certificate, with one of my best friends named as his father. I knew he had passed away about two years and six months ago in the line of duty. I couldn't give the kid up! I was going to have to raise him. "Well, Tony, it looks like it's just you and me, little man." He had fallen asleep in my arms.
I was glad that the Navy Yard, where NCIS was based, had a 24/7 Daycare for the people that work at NCIS. That was what I was going to have to do. Truth be told, raising a son was something I wouldn't mind doing. It had already started to fill the missing spot of Shannon and Kelly. They would always be in my heart but in looking after Tony I knew that I had found a new meaning in life, besides fighting for justice.
I made a call. "Hey Ducky, could you come over to my place? I have a small patient I would like you to look over. The paper says he's about twenty four months old and I would like you to see if he healthy." On the other end of the phone, Ducky said, "Jethro, where on earth did you get a toddler?"
I took a deep breath. How to explain this to one of my best friends? "He was left on my doorstep and no, I don't want to hear a story Ducky. The woman was an old friend of mine and Shannon's. Her husband and I served together, he died about the time she would have been about four months along. I was named the Godfather by the mother and I guess she just never thought to tell me all this. But could you just come over and look over the child?" I think Ducky was in shock but then I heard him clear his throat before replying, "I'll be right over, Jethro!" Then he hung up, probably shocked.