A/N Never fear I have not Abandoned Flipside. Just in desperate need of a break from crazy Tim. but will be posting another chapter soon. In the meantime, my flu addled brain came up with this.

I hope you like it, there will be a few time jumps and it does start out as a kid fic, but like all kids Tony grows.

Disclaimer, I do not, nor have i ever owned the rights to NCIS...However I am hatching a cunning plan...

Chapter 1

Sam Johnson and his new Probie Tobias Fornell pulled up outside a fancy home on long island.

"You ready for this Probie?" Johnson grinned.

"Sure," Fornell replied, it was his first bust as an FBI agent and he was nervous, but the 30 year old agent was not about to admit it.

"Ok, let run through this again, Anthony DiNozzo has been reported as staying here, we have enough evidence that he is a hit man for the Mafia. His wife had the money hence all this," Johnson said with a wave of his hand to indicate the large house they stood in front of.

"Do we have to worry about collateral damage?" Fornell asked

"Nope the wife died four years ago, he's been out of the country for two weeks and the staff has been told not to come back. Back up teams will be here soon, surveillance teams say DiNozzo is drunk and has been for hours so should be an easy bust."

Fornell nodded, checking his weapon anyway.

The back up teams arrived and they knocked on the door.

"FBI OPEN UP!" Johnson yelled.

There was a crash from inside and Johnson nodded to Fornell as he kicked the door down.

The inside of the house had the stale air of neglect. They swept the rooms along the corridor in tandem. Both pulling up as they reached one room with suitcases in it a large one open on the table.

"Wow!" Fornell exclaimed looking at the array of guns and knives inside the case.

"Ok Probie, let's keep it moving." Johnson said, assigning another agent to catalogue all the items in the room.

It took about five minutes to clear the house….DiNozzo was nowhere in site.

"I don't get it Sam; Surveillance assured us he was here." Fornell said.

They walked into the kitchen and Sam spotted a door under a stairwell, "Anyone clear down here?" He asked.

Fornell shook his head they opened the door, which led to a set of darkened rooms. DiNozzo was passed out in the room at the end, his hands had dried blood on them and Sam just cuffed him and then woke him.

"Get off me!" DiNozzo snapped coming too in a haze. "What the hell!"

"FBI DiNozzo, you're under arrest."

Sam started to lead him out into the kitchen, as they passed a small room and their bodies blocked the light from a small window Fornell heard a small whimper.

He and Sam looked at each other, "Puppy?" Sam asked, "Go check Probie."

Fornell walked in the room where a small dog bed took up the back corner with a blanket in it.

Fornell stopped in his tracks as a pair of bright green eyes stared in terror back at him.

"Jesus Sam….It's a kid!" Fornell exclaimed.

"So we adding kidnapping to your list of charges are we?" Sam snapped at DiNozzo

"No one would wanna kidnap that." DiNozzo spat.

At the sound of his voice, the child shrank back trying to get as far into the corner as he could.

Fornell crouched down to his level, he could see dried blood on the boy and he was covered in bruises and had an obviously broken wrist.

"Hey its ok kid, we're cops your safe now." He said, "What's your name?"

"T…Tony…"The boy whispered.

Fornell nodded to Sam who walked DiNozzo out of there and called for the paramedics.

"How long have you been here?" Fornell asked.

Tony looked at him confused.

"Its ok son, we'll get you back to your family." He said trying to reassure him that the nightmare was over.

Tony shivered but said nothing.

Fornell got up to get a wet cloth to wipe Tony's face with. Tony grabbed his arm, not willing to let go of the first person to ever talk to him without hurting him.

The paramedics arrived and Tony was still unwilling to let go of Fornell.

"Come on son," Fornell said and lifted the boy in his arms and carried him to the ambulance.

He sat with him in his lap as the paramedics drove them to the hospital.

"Name?" The paramedic in the back with a clipboard asked.

"Tony." Was all Fornell said. He did not have any more information to give.

"How old are you son?" The paramedic asked.

Fornell looked at the boy, "About 8?" He guessed.

There was a noise from Tony and Fornell lent closer. "Twelve." He whispered.

Fornell nodded, "Twelve," He repeated to the paramedic.

Tony closed his eyes listening to the sound of the other man's heartbeat, that combined with the sounds of the ambulance's engine and total exhaustion meant within moments he was asleep.

Slowly Tony came to.

He could smell clean sheets and could hear people moving about. He decided for safety's sake to keep his eyes closed.

"How is he Doc?" He heard the voice of the nice man from last night.

"His wrist was broken and he has three broken ribs and multiple contusions. He is definitely malnourished and dehydrated. We've started him on an IV; I don't think he's eaten in over two weeks." The doctor confided in the other man.

"Poor kid." Fornell said his heart breaking for the boy. "We will hopefully get him back to his family as soon as we take his statement."

The doctor left the room motioning for Fornell to follow him, "I would caution against that Agent Fornell, there is evidence that this boy has been abused for years."

"Well we don't actually know how long our suspect had him for." Fornell argued.

"I suggest you find out some more about this young man then," The doctor said and turned to leave.

Fornell walked back in the room and realized Tony was awake as he flinched when the door shut.

"Hey Tony, do you feel up to giving me your statement?" Fornell asked.

Tony nodded. "Sure." He replied his throat raspy and sore.

"Can you tell me your name?" Fornell asked

"Tony DiNozzo Jr." Tony replied.

Fornell's eyes widened, that was his son! His gut clenched at the memory of what the doctor had just said about the boy going through abuse for years.

"So DiNozzo is…?" Fornell asked hoping for a reply like uncle, second cousin….distant relative.

"Father," Tony said keeping his answers short.

"Where's your mother?" Fornell asked gently.

"Dead, father killed her." Tony said coldly.

"Why?" Fornell asked shocked.

"Punishment, she loved me too much, I don't deserve to be loved, He is the most important, not me." Tony said his eyes focusing in the distance not wanting to be there to talk about it.

Fornell was shocked, he wrote the information down to add to the growing list of charges DiNozzo Senior was about to face.

Tony pulled his body into a sitting position.

"You ready." He asked.

"For what?" Fornell asked worried,

"Names, Dates and times of Fathers contacts with the mafia and Hit that I know he did…you said you were here for my statement." Tony said

Fornell nodded and got a clean page of his notebook ready.

For the next few hours, Tony recited all of the information Fornell needed. He was surprised at the intelligence the young man possessed and as time passed, he realized that he was finding himself growing increasingly fond of this young man, who despite the pain he was in had asked Fornell repeatedly if HE was ok.

Fornell sat back looking through his notes as Tony started to fall asleep.

He got up and walked outside to where Sam had been waiting.

"It's DiNozzo's kid," Fornell told him, "He's given us enough to send him away for life."

"Good," Sam said, "I'll call child services and see about them taking the boy."

"I already called Sam, if he agrees. I'm going to adopt him and give him the life he deserves." Fornell said with a smirk at the look on his Senior Agents face.

"So we had better call you dad then." Sam joked.

"I hope so Sam."

Tony waited until the door closed and then carefully climbed out of the bed, His father had told him about what happened to kids in child services and he had been told it was worse than what he had suffered at home. He knew that with his mother being dead and his father going to jail that was where he was headed.

There was no way; he was going to let that happen.

He grabbed the carrier bag that contained his bloody T-shirt and pants and his sneakers and taking care not to hurt himself much more he got dressed.

He quietly opened the door to see Fornell talking to another larger and tough looking man.

'that must be child services, Fornell must be selling him to the man now'…His father had always threatened to sell him to child services where they beat kids and hired them out for other people to hurt them for fun which was why it was called that. Tony reasoned in his twelve-year-old mind. After all, his father had beaten and abused him but he had never lied to him.

Tony suppressed a shudder; it would not do now to be caught.

He slipped down the corridor and walked out past the security guard by tagging along behind another family that were leaving.

Then ignoring the pain that was screaming through his ribs, he ran.

Fornell and Sam walked back towards Tony's room.

"I'm just gonna sit Tony down and ask him now, you wanna stay?" Fornell asked

"I'd love to; it'll be nice for something good to come out of today." Sam replied

Fornell pushed open the door to Tony's room.

"Tony, you awake?" he asked quietly.

He looked around the room, Tony wasn't in his bed and he wasn't in the bathroom either, then Fornell realized his clothes were gone.

"What the hell!"