Note: I did a re-write of this. A lot is the same, but their is some more detail and depth I think. Thanks.
It was dark when he was unmasked. He couldn't tell where he was. All he knew was he needed to help his father and his family. But he needed to be able to move. He was so beat up he had had gained a concussion, which made it kinda hard to tell which way was up.
Tony DiNozzo was just walking in when his boss, Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, had told the team (Agent Tim McGee, Probation Agent Ziva David.) to get ready. They were going to a crime scene.
"I told you Tony I don't want to try any of your friends homemade candy." Ziva was saying to Tony as they were walking through the woods to the dead Marine.
"What, do you think I poisoned it?" Tony asked in response.
"No, Tony I think your friend did." She said matter-of-factly. She walked n leaving Tony standing there mouth open and still holding the fudge for Ziva to test. He then spit out the piece in his mouth, dropped the fudge, and went to go catch up with his team.
When Tony and Ziva got to the crime scene the ME, Dr. Donald "Ducky" Mallard, was instructing the assistant, Jimmy Palmer, to help him get the body down from the tree it had landed in. "No, no, no, Jimmy lift up don't pull down. Do you want to be scraping for flesh tonight, alone in the woods?" The doctor put emphases on the last four words.
"No doctor." Palmer said trying to regain control on his footing.
"So tell me Duck what's the time of death?" Agent Gibbs said not looking up from his notes.
"I just got here Jethro. Give me time." Ducky told Gibbs, frustrated that he thought he was a miracle worker.
"DiNozzo, take some photos of the crime scene. NOW!!!!!!!!!!!" Gibbs ordered still not looking up.
"Yes boss, on you six boss." Tony said grabbing the camera and running off to go take pictures. Ziva was ordered to map out a grid of the crime scene and McGee was told to bag and tag evidence.
Back in the squad room Tony was complaining about falling into a mud pile and Ziva was telling him to shut up while McGee was actually working.
"Ziva you would be complaining if you had just ruined a $500 suit." Tony snapped back.
"Well why would I wear such expensive cloths to work. Also I'm a women. I don't wear suits, men do." Ziva said trying to make sense of what Tony had just said.
"No, you don't get it. I was trying to get you to use empathy."
"But I'm not taking pity on you."
"That's sympathy, empathy is when you put yourself in someone else shoes."
But I don't want to wear someone else's shoes, I really don't feel like getting athletes foot. That is why I don't go bowling." Ziva said, confused.
"I mean figuratively. You would look at the situation from their point of view." Tony explained.
"You Americans and your strange and meanings." Ziva huffed and got back to work as she saw Gibbs coming
"Ouch, dam it, sorry boss I'll get back to work." Tony said rubbing where Gibbs had smacked him on the back of the head, like so many times before.
"DiNozzo, how long does it take to go change into clean clothes?" Gibbs barked at Tony.
"Two minutes. I'll go change right away boss." Tony said scurrying away to the men's bathroom.
As Tony got back he swore he could hear Ziva and McGee laughing Bu at what? Tony thought. As he walked around the corner he saw for the first time in almost twenty years, his father.
Just then Ziva caught site of Tony and looked his way which in turn made his father look. "Junior, how are my boy?" Anthony DiNozzo Sr. said in a thick Italian accent.
"Papa, what are you doing here?"
Just then Gibbs came around the corner and saw Tony standing there with a dumbstruck look on his face. He then, for the second time that hour, smacked him on the back of the head.
"Ouch, sorry boss, I'll… Tony didn't really know what he did wrong though. But at that precise moment DiNozzo Sr. was walking over to the place where Tony and Gibbs stood.
"What gives you the right to hit my boy?!?!" DiNozzo yelled poking Gibbs in the chest menacingly.
"Papa, it's fine. He was just disciplining me. I did something wrong. I had to be punished. Tony tried to explain, but his father wouldn't hear of it. If anyone hit Tony he was all over them. He wasn't father of the year, but he did his best to protect his one and only child and son. DiNozzo Sr. wasn't all to thrilled about Tony being in law enforcement. It was all do to the fact that Tony might get shot and killed.
"That doesn't give him the right to hit you. If you did something wrong he should at most yell at you."
Gibbs said nothing but walked away smirking at how wrong he was about Tonys father. Gibbs (and the whole team) thought that Tonys dad was a rich know-it-all who left his kid to be taken care of by the nanny. Instead Tonys dad was a rich know-it-all who yelled at anyone who tried to hurt his son.
"What are you doing here papa?" Tony asked as his father and him came around the corner to the squad room.
"I'm doing business here and I thought I'd come and see you. How long has it been?"
"Twenty years papa, I last saw you at my collage graduation, when you cut me out of the will because I wanted to become a cop. I haven't seen or heard from you since. Why now to come and see me?" Tony said hopping beyond hope that this business wasn't going to take long. He really didn't want to hang around his father much longer. He might have acted like he was an over protective father, but he was just what the team thought he was. A rich-know-it-all who left his kid to be taken care of by then nanny. Tony could even remember a vacation that they took together.
Tony was twelve when he and his father took a vacation to Aruba. Tony had been away at one the most expensive boarding schools in the world. Even though his father and he lived in the New York Hamptons, he still went to school in London England. Anyway Tony was so excited to be spending time with his father. He rarely ever got that, the only love he has ever gotten was from his mother who is now dead. It was the beginning of the vacation, they were settling into their room when Tonys dad got a call. Tony was a bit disappointed. He had thought this was their vacation. That they weren't going to bring any communication devises. Well that's what Tony was told, but you can always count on Anthony DiNozzo Sr. to lie to his son. As Tonys dad was talking on the phone in the bathroom Tony continued to unpack."Hey, son do you mind if I go out for a little bit. Something just came up. You'll be alright you can go to the pool, order room service, anything you want. It will only be for an hour at the most." "No, not at all. You're a busy man. I understand." Tony said putting on his fake smile, but inside he was now very disappointed. He knew deep down that this was going to happen. He also knew that it wouldn't be for an hour at the most.
Two days later Tonys father had come back and they started packing up to go home.
That had been the best vacation ever. Tony thought to himself, and he wasn't being sarcastic.
Three days later the team had found their guy. He was Lt. Samual Nickels. He was the victims step-brother. He had killed his brother out of pure revenge for being dads favorite.
"It seems the Lt. can sure hold a grudge." Ziva was saying as they rode down a dirt road towards the barn were Nickels used as a hide out.
"Ziva shut up. I think I'm going to be sick. Boss could you slow down just a tiny bit?" McGee asked. Instead Gibbs sped up. "Or go faster totally up to you."
"How do you live like this DiNozzo Sr. asked Ziva. DiNozzo Sr. had been forced along by an non-trusting Gibbs, and now as sitting behind the passenger (McGee) with Ziva in the middle and Tony behind Gibbs, who was driving.
Gibbs looked in the rear view mirror and saw that Tony was fast asleep. "Hold on to something everyone."
"Why do we have to do that?" DiNozzo Sr. whispered to Ziva.
"I find it easier to just do what he says." Ziva said in response then took hold of the headrests. Just then Gibbs turned sharply to the left then turned sharply to the right. Everyone barley moved except Tony, who banged his head against the glass. You could he the crack of the glass (and maybe his head too). He woke with a scream.
"You awake DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked knowing full well that Tony had just been sleeping.
"Of course boss. I would never sleep on the job." Tony said rubbing his head.
"Mmhh. See what you can find on Nickels on this thingy-migig." He said handing Tony a laptop.
"Um, boss this is a laptop. It's kind of like a computer except… Thingy-migig works too." Tony said hearing Gibbs growl at him.
As they pulled into the drive way Gibbs was telling Ziva and Tony to go around back and for McGee to come with him around front.
"What do I do?" DiNozzo Sr. asked hopping he could help.
"You just stay here and don't touch anything." Gibbs ordered getting out of the car.
As they got out of the car they pulled out their guns and walked slowly to their assigned positions.
When Ziva and Tony got around back they heard gun fire and burst into the scene guns at the ready. Next thing they knew they were caught in a cross fire. There was no way out of it. Then the gun fire stopped suddenly and Tony was hit over the head with a spare shovel.
It was dark when he was unmasked. He couldn't tell where he was. All he knew was he needed to help his father and his family. But he needed to be able to move. He was so beat up he had had gained a concussion, which made it kinda hard to tell which way was up.
"Are you going to tell me what you doing here? Or do you want my friend to take his best at you, yes?" Asked man with a thick Russian accent and breath that smelled like tobacco.
"I told you we were lost and thought someone could give us directions."
"Well that a pretty story, but that all it is, no?"
"Then why your guns drawn?" Asked the man, he had got him there. If Tony couldn't come up with a good enough explanation then he and his team were screwed, and not in the good way.
"I'm a cop, it was for extra precaution." Tony said with confidence, because it is true. Cops did have enemies. Like the man that just walked in, the man of the hour, Lt. Nickels. Looking particularly smug for some reason, and Tony had a bad feeling that it had something to do with his team.