Anthony DiNozzo loved being a father…but sometimes he just wanted to pull his hair out, and this was one of them. Little Jacob DiNozzo, wasn't so little anymore and the pre-teen years were almost here…and that would scare any parent. Any parent except Tony of course.
He was called out of work to pick up Jacob, after what he was told was a "fight over who the best James Bond was…"
When he reached the school he saw his boy sitting with his hands folded in the office, another boy sitting a few seats away, and he flashed back to his own childhood days, a smile making its way on his face.
" I'm Anthony…."
The secretary cut him off as politely as possible. "Yes, Mr. DiNozzo, we've been expecting you." She glanced at her watch, implying her frustration.
"I have a pretty hectic job Miss…" He picked up the name plaque in front of him and continued. "Miss Bellicino…I can't just pick up and go at the drop of a hat…in fact you should be thankful I made it this fast…you have no idea the kind of boss I have…"
"Right well, Principal Madison would like to speak with you before you take Jacob home…she has been waiting for you as well…I'm sure you remember where her office is…"
"Uh huh." He replied, and walked over to his son, putting a hand on his shoulder and whispering something in his ear. "I'll be right back Jake, try to keep from smacking Miss Bellicino till I get back."
Jake chuckled a bit, but quickly stopped as the secretary eyed him curiously.
Tony knocked softly before entering, he knew after the third visit this month that he was in for an ear full of concerns, suggestions and disciplinary tips from the lady sitting in front of him. After the dialogue, which was mostly one sided was over, he proceeded to retrieve his boy from Miss Bellicino's stare.
"Thank you so much for your help, I hope we won't be seeing each other again any time soon…" He walked out, his hand on his sons shoulder and whispered, "Or for that matter ever again."
As the two sat in the car, it was time for a classic DiNozzo "talk," also known to his son as "camp fires."
"He said Pierce Brosnan was the best one dad…what was I supposed to do?"
"Have a well thought out argument with all the reasons that I taught you, why he is a distant second, if not third to Connery…you do not, and I repeat, do not slug a kid for not agreeing with you…is that understood?" He started to raise his voice as he finished.
"Understood."
"It better be, now if this happens again, I'm going to take you over to Uncle Gibbs and he'll have a talk with you…we don't want that now do we?"
Jake started to breathe heavily and spoke quickly. "No dad…I promise I wont ever fight again…I know…not even if someone says mean stuff about…NCIS, or you, or Mom, or Abby, or Uncle McGee, Aunty Ziva…or Mr. Magnum."
Tony put his hand up. "Whoa whoa whoa son, now Magnum…that's something worth fighting over…"
Jake's face lit up. "Really dad…Can I?"
And with that, Tony smacked him in the back of the head.
"Sorry…dad." He said as he rubbed it with his hand.
Tony smiled. "You know I only do that cuz I love you…"
"Yeah…I know…that's why Uncle Gibbs does it to you all the time…right dad?"
Tony nodded. "Exactly, now you're learning kid, now you're learning."
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