Hurt has taken a whole new meaning
A/N: I was thinking about writing an NCIS fanfic for ages because 3 of my favourite shows are; 1. Grey's Anatomy, 2. Bones and 3. NCIS. But when I saw Michael Weatherly on TV at the Logies (The Australian equivalent of the Golden Globes), I had a brainwave for this story, while aptly shouting "OMG! It's DiNozzo!" R&R people! I know you love me!
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, Bones or Grey's Anatomy. I'm just going to say that so I don't get bored and I am probably going to get bored of this after a while. Besides, I'm only 16!
Plot: Some secrets can be kept hidden and others can't. That depends on who you are. When Anthony DiNozzo receives a phone call one fateful day, all hell breaks loose. Ellis Grey does not have Alzheimer's and therefore, is not dead. Has a lot of aspects of "Please tell me it isn't true" because I still have ideas for that which will continue to churn out.
Chapter 1: One fateful morning
Today, like everyday, was just a normal day to Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo of NCIS in Washington D.C.
"Morning Probie!" DiNozzo grinned at one of his co-workers, Timothy McGee who smiled hesitantly back. He was still wary after the two superglue incidents.
"Morning Ziva!" DiNozzo grinned at his other co-worker, Mossad spy Agent Ziva David, who smiled softly back. She was used to the constant annoyance that was Anthony Tony DiNozzo. Truth be told, she rather liked it.
DiNozzo slid his way into his chair with a barely audible sigh and swiftly turned on his personal work computer with a sly grin.
"DiNozzo!" Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs barked, making DiNozzo jump at the sound of his boss's voice. He never failed to do that.
"Yes boss?" DiNozzo grinned casually at Gibbs. He was second in charge after Gibbs and he never let anyone forget that. Never.
"You're late. Even later than McGee and Ziva." Gibbs frowned deeply at his second in command. He often wondered how Tony was such a high rank.
Just as DiNozzo was about answer, his work phone rang shrilly.
DiNozzo smiled apologetically at his boss before he moved to answer his phone.
"Hello? Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo speaking." DiNozzo grinned, cradling his phone between his shoulder and his ear.
His co-workers watched as his face, which was so joyful and exuberant at the start, turn serious and melancholy, predicting that this was extremely bad news.
"He's dead…Of course…Ok. Bye." DiNozzo spoke softly, making everyone raise their eyebrows at his melancholy tone.
They gazed, half sympathetically and half confused, at DiNozzo who returned the phone gently back in its holder.
"That was my father's lawyer. My father's dead." DiNozzo explained, his voice strained and melancholy, something no one had ever heard in Tony's voice.
Everyone's facial expressions instantly morphed into ones of sympathy, understanding and shock. No one was expecting that.
"And Rhea's been kidnapped." DiNozzo continued, his breath intake sharp and wavery, confusing everyone. DiNozzo never talked about his family.
Before they got the chance to ask who Rhea was, Director of NCIS, Jenny Shepherd, quickly made her way over to the group.
"I got the memo just then. I'm so sorry, Tony." Jenny uttered softly, gently placing a hand on DiNozzo's shoulder.
"Thank you, Director. I have to call my cousin. Will the FBI allow NCIS's involvement?" DiNozzo asked as he dug into his shirt pockets for his phone.
"Your cousin is one of the highest ranking FB agents, Tony. I'm sure Agent Fornell and Agent Cullen will allow you." Jenny smiled reassuringly. She knew almost everything about all the agents who worked for her.
DiNozzo nodded before he flicked through his massive list of contacts, sighing deeply before he punched the green button on finding a number.
Special Agent Seeley Booth was having an extremely good day. The squints at the Jeffersonian Medico-Legal Laboratory had cracked the extremely frustrating case that was niggling for an entire fortnight.
Now, everyone had started to do their own little thing on their own. Zack and Jack decided it was the perfect time to do another beetle race, Cam decided to finish up her remaining paperwork, Angela decided to pain something or rather and Temperance decided to look over some ancient bones.
Booth was lounging on the sofa that Temperance had in her office, smiling at Temperance when she wasn't looking his way, when his phone started to shrill loudly, perking everyone for what they were doing.
He cursed inwardly as he fumbled around in his suit pockets for his mobile phone, raising his eyebrows sky high when he saw who it was.
"It's been 3 years, Tony. This better be good and not one of your really stupid acts of law breaking." Booth sighed, running his hand through his hair, walking out of Temperance's office as he remembered his cousin.
"Dad died." DiNozzo replied solemnly on the other end.
Booth froze. Never in his life did he expect his uncle, Tony's dad to ever die to suddenly, nor the fact that Tony was solemn.
"Andy? Are you there?" DiNozzo frowned deeply. He knew this information would hit Booth hard, especially since the two were very close.
Booth breathed deeply, leaning on a wall for support before speaking. He knew everyone was gazing at him with concern, especially Temperance.
"Yeah, I'm here. Uncle Richard's dead…How?" Booth asked gravely, swallowing hard to cover his emotions but even then. He was quite close to his uncle, almost like his relationship with his parents.
DiNozzo sighed loudly and deeply before replying.
"We don't know. I investigate naval deaths, Andy. That ain't my field. It's yours, which is why I called you." DiNozzo replied slowly, his voice broken and his fingers trembling with the strain of restricted emotions.
By now, everyone in the Jeffersonian had moved away from what they were doing and walking towards Booth to offer moral support.
"I dunno, Tony… I've got the whole of the Jeffersonian squint squad working with me as well. Can you guys handle us all?" Booth asked as Temperance offered a hand to grasp, something Booth took and cherished.
DiNozzo gazed over at Jenny who nodded. She had already known who Booth worked with and she knew if anyone could solve a murder accurately without failure, it would be the team at the Jeffersonian Institute.
"Sure. My boss said it was OK. So, we're both in D.C. Are you up for it?" Tony replied with a relieved sigh. He never really thought about how this would impact his work. He was relieved that he and Jenny were such close friends or he'd never be relieved as he was now.
"And miss the chance to see where you actually do work? Never. Umm…I'll talk to the squint squad and then we'll talk." Booth replied with a wide grin. He was surprised when his uncle told him that Tony had a job at NCIS of all places. He never picked Tony as a law enforcement guy.
Booth turned to face the five people he considered his closest friends, even though a year ago, he would deny that vehemently.
He knew that Temperance's hand was still tightly in hi grasp and he was thankful for the happiness she brought to his life, even for just being there.
"That was my cousin, Anthony DiNozzo of NCIS. His father, my uncle, just died and the FBI's involved in it. We have to pack out bags because we're going over there." Booth explained gently. He knew that Temperance would make an excuse not to go.
Temperance, as Booth accurately predicted, instantly looked apprehensive and looking for an excuse so she didn't have to go.
"Tony has never seen you and I know he's dying to meet you." Booth gently urged his partner in a way that he knew only he could get away with.
Temperance gently bit her lip in hesitation. She did want to meet her partner's cousin but she had work to be done urgently.
"There's a Mossad agent there who, according to Tony, is a pro at anything attack related." Booth urged even more, making Temperance's eyes to fly open and stare at him with fascination.
"Do you know their name?" Temperance asked almost instantly, making Booth frown. He had never seen Temperance this eager.
"No…Why? Is it important?" Booth asked suspiciously.
Temperance flushed red before she replied in a soft voice.
"No… I was just wondering…" Temperance replied, her chin sticking out as if to challenge Booth into contradicting her.
"That's my girl. So, are you saying yes?" Booth asked curiously. At the very beginning, he was anxious whenever Temperance was against something. Now, he knew she would never purposefully hurt him and when she did, he knew that he probably deserved it.
Temperance frowned thoughtfully before nodding. It wasn't too far away and she was protective of Booth in ways she left not to describe.
That night: Temperance's apartment
Temperance threw down her car keys on her bedside table, placing a photo back in its original place, a photo that no one, not even Booth, had seen other than herself.
She pulled off her boots, placing them meticulously in her wardrobe, changing her clothes into her nightgown, which she would wear to bed.
Temperance, when she got under the covers of her spacious double bed, instantly leaned over to her other bedside table, snatching her cordless phone and punching in a phone number she knew off by heart.
"Hello? Yeah, hi. Listen, call me by my mobile for a while after this…I'll be away from my apartment because of work…Shut up! I am not! Ok? Say hit to everyone for me…Bye." Temperance smiled right throughout the whole conversation.
As soon as she hung up, Temperance was asleep as her head hit her pillow.
A/N: Hehehehe! I bet you don't know who Temperance was talking to! That's my secret and if you wanna know, you have to read all of it!
As I wrote at the start, this will be a lot like "Please tell me it isn't true" because I like it, ok? And it's because it's my idea anyways! Please R&R! I LOVE reviews and if you have a question, I will happily answer them for you ASAP!