Hi guys! :D So this is my (Little AU) story of Tony's relationship with his father. It's maybe the same as we thought he had before we came to know Senior and how others think about how their relationship was, but it's my version and i hope you like it!

Later on we'll have SLASH so you are warned. Don't Like Don't Read as simple is that! It's between T rated and M rated. like 16+

Hope you like this first chapter! if you do the next will be up, next week.

Enjoy your reading! :)

Anthony DiNozzo Jr. The class— or bullpen clown as Ziva put it. Always full of jokes and pranks and the big grin in his face. The womanizer every girl loved. Never takes life too seriously, until a case comes along. He could separate those two so well. It was like a whole other person. Who would have thought that the serious, determent SFA and the clown, were only 2 out of three masks that Tony had? It wasn't like that he was another person. He just... hid some facts about himself.

Tony was standing in front of the mirror of the overly big and luxurious bathroom. Towel around his waist, he looked at the new bruises that were already forming over his chest, stomach, his side and face. How did it happen that even now, that he was a grown man, he still couldn't stand up against his own father and his cousins? ''Or right.. they were with 3 three'' He thought to himself. He didn't even remember how he ended up in his bedroom.

He just wanted to punch the wall so damn, but he knew that he couldn't make any kind of move like that. Hell he had trouble standing because of the pain that ran through his whole body.

This was really not the way he thought a family reunion would go. he didn't even know his father and his noble slaves were going to be here. They never did! But this weekend they did. It wasn't even that part of the family. This reunion was meant for his mother's family. Her sister, her mother, her cousins and aunts. Those family cousins he liked, not hated.

Why would his father show up now? In the house he sold to his mothers family, because he couldn't stand it. Not because his mother died and she loved that house. No. ''This house is cursed, because you were born in this house, boy. That's why bad things happen'' That was what he father had said. All those years ago. ''The only reason why we stayed here, was because your mother didn't believe that! See what happened to her. Again something that is your fault, because you were born!''

The worst part of it all? It happened in that same damned room! That room that it always happened. That room he hadn't seen in all 18 years! His fathers old office. Tony could still feel the stings on his back. He didn't even look at them and he wasn't going to look now. He knew how they looked like. He had seen them plenty enough when he was young.

Every 5 years his family would organize a reunion and not once had he been even close to that room.

Tony wanted to scream, so hard, and let it all out, but all he could do was grip the sink until his knuckles that he just cleaned from the blood turned white. He also wanted to cry, but he felt like he didn't have any tears left for to fall.

After what felt like an hour, what really was just 6 minutes, his grip loosened and all the anger left his body, leaving only pain and exhaustion. He slowly, limping went from his bathroom into his bedroom. He didn't even bother putting on sweats or anything else. He fell down onto the bed and let sleep over take him, while thinking back at the time in the office.

..Flashback..

''Anthonio!'' A older woman exclaimed as Tony walked into the house. She went to him and wrapped her arms around him. The fact that she was two and a half heads smaller then he was, still amazed him.

''Aunt Elda!'' Tony said with just as much excitement and hugged her back. Wait? What was she doing here? She's father's sister. ''What are you doing here!'' He asked as he pulled away.

''Ah Anthonio. It is so nice to see you too! Aunt Chris invited me. She wanted so desperately to make peace between our two families''

''It's great to see you too. It's been a long time'' It really felt great to see her. She didn't do anything wrong and was always great family.

''You've grown up to be such a handsome man!'' She said proudly as she took his face into her hands and checked him out.

He laughed. ''And you are still that beautiful lady'' He grinned. His grin fell as realization hit him. ''But Chris called you? So Connor and Silvo are here too?'' As much as he loved his aunt. Those two were a total other story.

''Sure they're here! You don't think I would leave my boys behind did you?'' Elda smiled. ''They have grown up, Anthonio'' He groaned. ''Antonio...'' She started but trailed off.

Tony's eyes searched hers. And he saw that she was suddenly sad and he knew why. ''No... You've got to be kidding me!'' He exclaimed, stepping back. ''He's here too?'' Why! He wasn't even here for 10 minutes.

''It was his house. He has the right to be here!'' Elda exclaimed.

''No it isn't! It isn't even a DiNozzo house. It's from Chris. Why would she invite him.. wait.. why would he come?''

''I don't know. He said that he wanted to talk to you. Maybe he want to make peace'' Elda reasoned. She always had a soft spot for her little brother.

Tony laughed out if frustration and shook his head. He kissed her forehead. ''I go say hello to the rest of the familia'' He said, trying his Italian accent.

She laughed and patted his arm, before moving to someone else. Tony took a deep breath and also started walking, looking around. He didn't want to see Silvo, Connor or his father. This weekend just turned from a enjoying weekend with people he loved into a chase and run weekend with people he hated the most in the world.

...

''You're still at NCIS, Tony?'' His younger cousin Miguel asked. People mistook him often for Tony himself. Could be his twin. Same brown hair, only it was longer, emerald green eyes, the slight tan. In the past they hung out with each other so much. Best friends. Went to the same school and hit on the same girls. Now Miquel was married, with Neela and had a 4 month year old daughter Angy.

They sat on folding chairs in the living room. There were several groups of family who were talking.

''Yup'' Tony said proudly and took a swig of his beer.

''I still can't believe that you already work for them for 7 years'' Neela said. ''Other jobs you couldn't hold for two years.

''I found the right family I guess'' Tony shrugged.

''Are you saying that we aren't good enough for you'' Miguel asked, teasing.

''You guys are'' Tony laughed. ''And I'm was mostly excited to meet that little Bella of yours'' He said and made a face to the little girl. She made a uncertain face and then began to giggle.

''Did you do that trick on a older woman already? Maybe you wouldn't be single, by now'' Miguel laughed.

''I'm not really a family person, Mike. You know that'' tony said. He really was, but he hadn't found a partner he deserved yet.

''Speaking of family'' Neela said with a sad smile and pointed to the other side of the room.

Tony turned to look what she was pointing at. All color left his face and the grip on the back of chair tightened, making his knuckles white. He saw his father coming into the living room. The only thing you could see that he was older, was because his hair was grayer and he had put on a little more weight. The noble slaves were on each side of him, as they were flirting with every woman in the room. that wasn't directly family for them.

Tony closed his eyes for a moment, wishing that they went away, but when he opened his eyes again they only were closer.

''I'll distract him for you Tony'' Miguel said with a sad smile. He knew about Tony's childhood. Tony had spent plenty of nights in his house, just wanting to be away from Senior before of after something had happened.

Tony emptied his bottle of beer. ''Thanks. I owe you big time'' He stood up and gave Neela and Angy a kiss on their cheeks.

''Don't worry about it, bro. I know your story'' Miguel reassured Tony.

Tony smiled at him and made his way out of the room.

...

Tony stood out of the balcony. It was attached to the hallway upstairs. He needed fresh air. It was already getting dark and he had avoided his father for 2 days now. Easier said than it was done. He hated this year. Now he was tired of running and he knew that the noble slaves would turn up behind him any moment.

As he thought about it, he felt the presence of them.

''Hi mud brain'' Silvo said.

''Long time no see'' Connor said.

''Aw did you guys miss me?'' Tony said as he turned and faced them.

''Yeah we really missed our punching bag'' Connor said and pounded his fist hard against Tony's arm.

Tony's face stiffened. But didn't show any sign, about that it effected him. ''Dammit, they grew up alright...'' He thought to himself.

''Do you know who else, missed a pushing bag?'' Connor asked.

''I already know that my father is here'' Tony coldly said.

''Good! Then you don't mind coming with us'' Silvo smirked evilly. He and Connor both grabbed Tony into a headlock and dragged him with them. To their surprise he didn't even struggle against them.

''Do I really have a choice?'' Tony asked weakly. He couldn't understand why he said that, neither did he know why he just went with them. It was as if body didn't work with his mind. He didn't want to see his father. He knew what was coming. He somewhere knew that now he was older he could fight them. But his body didn't seem to listen to anything he thought.

...

''Ah, look who we have here'' Anthony DiNozzo Sr. said coldly with a big fake grin on his face. Silvo and Connor both stepped into the office and closed and locked the door behind them. The first thing that Tony noticed was that it was still the same. Nothing had changed. Not even moved. Apparently he wasn't the only one who was afraid to touch Seniors stuff. ''Don't you say hello to me boy? Show me some respect''

''Good evening, Sir'' Tony said quietly. Tony felt like he was ten again. His voice and body language was small.

''Found him in the balcony, Sir'' Silvo said with a smirk. ''He was hiding''

''Hiding? Well that can't be good. Means that the boy did something wrong'' Senior said.

''Looks like it, Sir'' Connor said.

''Tell me, boy. Do you still work for the government?'' Senior asked.

''Naval Criminal Investigation Services, 7 years years now, Sir'' Tony said. He straightened himself a little and looked into his fathers eyes. He was proud of that. Al though his doubted that his father thought the same of it.

''So you still didn't get any better. You are still the same pathetic son of a bitch, that you mother raised'' Senior countered.

''Don't you dare talk about mom that way!'' Tony yelled. ''Wait?.. did I just yell at him? Shi—'' His thoughts were cut off by a blow into his stomach. Tony clenched his jaw. He didn't want to give his father the satisfaction by showing he was in pain.

''You still haven't learned how to speak to someone who is better than you'' Senior said.

''Don't know who you are talking about. But you aren't talking about yourself'' Tony spit out. He couldn't help it. The words just came out. ''What the hell am I saying?'' He thought to himself.

This time he felt a fist connect with his jaw and his nose. Tony could taste the blood in his mouth already.

''Sir. May I say something?'' Connor asked quietly.

Senior looked at him for a moment. ''Talk away, Connor'' He nodded.

''I think that the time that the boy didn't see you, has infected his memory. Maybe you should make up for all those years you weren't able to... teach him some lessons'' Connor said. Tony glared at him. Now a little line of blood came out the corner of mouth. Connor had a evil spark in his eyes.

Senior grinned. God Tony hated that grin. Even though his own matched, it was used for other ways. ''I think you made a excellent point, my friend'' He said. ''Let's remind him who the boss is here and who's the pathetic little bastard'' Senior went to his drawer behind his desk.

''No...'' Tony thought, knowing what he father went for. ''You can't do this!''

''I can't?'' Senior asked skeptically. While grabbed a long stick, one that teachers used in the past. ''I think I disagree with you on that one'' And with that Silvo and Connor brought him over to desk. He was still in a headlock and for the first time tonight he struggled to get out of them, but he still wasn't strong enough, just like when the was little. They pushed his face against the desk and hold him still.

Tony struggled again, but it didn't work. The arms and hand only gripped him harder and pushed his face harder against the desk. ''You're gonna regret this!'' Tony said as he felt Silvo grabbing his dress shirt and pulling it up, baring his back.

Senior smirked as he saw the tiniest of faded scars all of his son's back. He traced his fingers over the scars, sending shivers of fear over his sons back. ''Didn't regret it before, not going to start now, boy'' The last word was spoking with disgust, anger, evil.. hatred.

Tony had barely the time to prepare himself for what he knew what was coming. He heard the sound of wood fast flying through the air. He shut his eyes and his body stiffened as it made contact with his back. Tony did all he could to keep his lips onto each other, knowing if he didn't he would scream. He father all but lost his strength, maybe even it was harder, then the last time he remembered.

The second time was on the exact same place, only making the pain much, much worse. Tony lost count after 4.. or was it 5? He simply didn't care. The tears stung in his eyes. Tears he held back for the last 18 years.

The last blow was what surprised him. It wasn't his back, Tony felt the sting even though he still wore his jeans, unlike when he was still a boy. The wooden stick slamming into the backs of his knees, sending him to the ground. Now Tony hold onto the desk. He didn't want to fall on the floor knowing that he would give into his father if he did.

Then he heard the wooden stick fall onto the ground and his father laugh. ''You haven't changed, Boy. Still the little boy that couldn't even pour me a drink without messing it up. You have become nothing, like I always said. It's only a matter of time, before you end up in the gutter'' Senior said. Silvo and Connor had long loosened their grips and stood their smirking above Tony, who was still catching his breath.

''Maybe you are right after all Anthony. I regret. I regret that you were born, I regret that I did nothing while your mother was still there! Cause maybe then, if I started earlier, you wouldn't be this pathetic. I regret I never let her know just how worthless you are'' Senior said. He turned to his noble slaves. ''Enjoy your time with him a little, boys. Maybe you have learned something about how to treat him in the years. Go ahead'' And with that he stepped out of Office.

Tony tried to stand, his knees buckled, before steadying. But it didn't last long as Silvo shoved his hands against Tony's chest, sending him against the desk with his back again. Tony threw a punch back and to his surprised it hit his cousin into the face.

''Son of a bitch!'' Silvo said as his fingers went to his nose, to discover blood. Both Connor and Silvo turned into a rage and began to hit him full blast. That was really the last thing Tony could remember the things after that, was all a blur.

..End Flashback..

Tony woke up at the sound of his door open and close. He laid under his blankets and felt his body ache all over.

''Tony?'' a female voice said softly. ''Are you awake yet?''

''Chris?'' Tony asked. His voice was softer than he intended it to be.

''Yes, sweetie'' Chris said and sat down on the bed. She slowly pulled the blankets a little of his body, leaving it just above his butt. He laid in his stomach, even though he doubted that it made a difference in the pan that he felt. Chris took in the wounds and bruises on his back. ''Oh, Tony'' She said sadly. She wanted to cry for him. ''If I had known this would happen, than I would've never let him in.

Tony turned, grimacing as he tried to sit up. ''It isn't your fault, Chris. I somewhere hoped too, that he had changed'' He said. ''More hoped that I could stand up against him better'' He thought.

''You should see a doctor'' She stated.

''No!'' Tony exclaimed, winching at he sudden move he made with it. ''I.. I can't. It will be in my medical record and it will come out at my work. I can't have that. I love my work!''

''They aren't going to fire you when they see that you were beaten up, Tony'' Chris reassured him.

''That's not it. If they know, they won't like me anymore and I will have to go to somewhere else'' Tony said. ''Dang that sounded just like a little kid''

Chris had already salve on her hands and began to rub in on the bruises in his chest. ''Don't you trust them?''

''More then anything, but—'' Tony was cut off.

''That's something you weren't sure off on the all the other work places. Now you just have to trust yourself in trusting them'' Chris said. ''They can help you, Tony''

''What do you mean?'' Tony was slightly confused.

It was silent for a moment as she helped Tony rubbing in the salve on his chest and back. ''I mean, they can get you closure''

''You mean, arrest him. I can't do that to aunt Elda, Chris, or mom. I can't let the man she loved be arrested''

''Your mom knew about it, Tony'' Chris said. ''She wanted to, but she was too afraid''

''She what?'' Tony was surprised. He didn't know that his mother knew about the way Senior thought about him.

''She knew. Senior thinks that you are not his son'' Chris explained.

''You got that right'' Tony said grumpy.

''No. He thought that Rose— your mom had an affair with another man around the time she conceived you. He didn't believe her when she told him that wasn't true''

''Did... she had an affair?'' Tony asked, not bothering if she did. He wouldn't blame her.

''No! She loved your father. I don't know why. After that things started to go downwards'' Chris told him.

''How come, that just now I hear about this. Why didn't anybody tell me?'' Tony was a little sad about it.

''You would it use it against your father'' Chris said, knowing Tony well. ''And it would only make things worse, knowing your father he wouldn't stop''

Okay that was true. He would do that and he was pretty sure that his father would get an outburst about it.

''You gotta start letting people into your past, Anthony'' Chris said and finished her doing with the salve.

''You're not just talking about my father, are you?'' Tony laughed slightly.

''Only if you show them the real you, with past and all only then you can find the right woman... or men'' Chris smiled.

''Stop that! That was one time and nothing more!'' Tony told her.

''The one time you were truly happy, before you met Wendy'' Chris said. ''Don't deny how you are. You're mother would be very sad''

''Real clever to bring her into this'' Tony sounded a little annoyed. ''When did it turn into this?''

''Don't know, but you know I'm right'' Chris laughed.

''You two were always right'' Tony sighed.

''Thank you!'' She smiled and gave him a kiss on the forehead. ''When do you have to go back to work?''

''tomorrow morning'' Tony sighed again. Knowing this condition he couldn't go to work. ''I haven't called in sick in... ever. Gibbs is going to know somethings up''

''We just discussed this, Anthony. That's not a bad thing. Means that he cares about you enough to notice''

''Please, if he cared that much he would noticed just how much i stare at his ass'' After Tony said that, his eyes went wide.

Chris eyebrows went up and she smirked. ''So you aren't denying who you are? And crushing on your boss''

''what? no! I'm not having a crush on Gibbs! Who do you think I am, breaking his rules!'' Tony laughed that idea off.

She frowned. ''He's got rules?''

''Yeah'' He said. ''I am not crushing on my boss okay? Shut that out of you mind, cause I'm not!''

''Okay, so not denying that who you are, just denying that you have a crush on someone. That's okay, its progress'' Chris laughed.

Tony dropped down onto the bed. Winching as his back made contact with the bed. ''Oh god. Just let it go. I'm not talking about this anymore''

''Okay. Then let's change the subject. Miguel is going to drive you home. He already had a hunch this was going to happen, so he volunteered'' Chris smiled sadly.

''Is father already gone?'' Tony asked.

''Left this morning, business meeting'' Chris told him.

''Of course'' Tony had to know that.

''Put something on, Anthony. Breakfast is going to be served in half an hour'' Chris said. She kissed his forehead again, stood up and walked out of the room.

Tony sighed and sat up straigh on the bed, every so slowly. His body ached and he felt the wounds were burning on his back.

Truth was. Tony didn't know how he really felt about Gibbs. Sure he was an attractive man, with a great ass and he tensed up every time Gibbs came up behind him, not only because he knew he would get a head slap. Sure he dreamed those really ridiculous dreams about Gibbs kissing him and.. so much more he didn't want to think about now, cause he knew what would happen if he did and needed a cold shower. But no! He did not have a crush on Gibbs. He couldn't do that! That would be insane, even though Gibbs was very handsome and Tony really kinda loved that calmness, He loved that smile on Gibbs face, when Gibbs thought he didn't see it, when Tony did something dumb. And he loved the smell of sawdust and slight bourbon when Gibbs came into his personal space—

Tony groaned. His hand went south and jerked back when he noticed his half hard cock. ''No! This can't be happening!'' He mumbled. He stood up, wincing when his back straightened. After a pause, he began to put some clothes on, before he making his way downstairs. His mind raced thinking about what the others would think about his appearance. The big purplish black bruise on his cheek.

So that's the first chapter! i decided to make some longer chapter then i usual do with my stories. That okay with you? Please review what you think, it will motivate me.

Next Chapter will be up next friday night (for me), evening, morning, saturday morning. what ever it is in your country!

-X- Leonie