This is just a small one - shot I came up with. It can be associated with any season after season 2.

The song on which this fic is based on is, 'Daddy's little man' by Shenandoah.

"Good evening, Ladies and gentlemen! My name's Anthony DiMarco, and I'm here tonight, to light up your mood with a good ol' country song!"

Senior Agent Anthony Dinozzo, AKA, Country singer Anthony DiMarco announced to the crowd gathered in the local popular bar. And yes, he was undercover. And as usual, Gibbs had his six. Ziva was sitting in a table not far, having an eye out for the corrupt official who had been selling drugs to other crew mates to show up. Dinozzo was currently sitting on a stool, with a mic in front of him. He was holding a light brown guitar in his hand. McGee was back in MTAC, thanks to his broken left arm, watching the scene unfold through the cameras strategically placed in the bar.

"I'm dedicating this song to a man, whom I consider, my father figure. Mostly because, this, this probably is his train of thoughts. Or not." He risked a glance towards his mentor and supervisor, none other, the one and only Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

"This one's for you"

Tony began playing the guitar.

'Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to the lord my baby's soul to keep

And that's all I ask;'

"I didn't know Tony could play the guitar." Ziva told McGee via Comms.

"Uh.. Neither did I... Do you think Gibbs knew?"

"I don't know McGee, but, when do you ever know what Gibbs knows?" she replied.

'He believes in the golden rule

Santa and the old lay who lived in a shoe,

I'm his guiding hand, and he's my best friend'

Ziva and McGee were surprised by the bold and clear voice of their collegue.

'He is just a little boy;

We build bridges from nothing more than tinker toys

That we'll, cross again.

He stumbles through the living room,

Doing his best to fill his daddy's shoes,

Guess he wants to be, just like me.' The looks in Tony's eyes spoke clearer than a thousand words: he wanted to be like Gibbs.

'In his eyes, I'm a hero;' he was a hero, to Tony.

'But he don't know, how that scares me...' but he did know.

'I'm so much less, than a superman,

But for him I try to be...' you don't need to try, boss, you are a hero: to me.

"Wow!", was all that Ziva and McGee could manage. They knew he played the piano flawlessly, but they never knew he could play the guitar, and sing. There was a lot they didn't know about him.

And the feelings he habored for the older man, was those of pure admiration, trust, respect, adoration, and the love of a son, for his father.

'Cause one day he'll be gone,

So far from home,

Too old to hold my hand,

But I'll be his biggest fan,

And he'll still be daddy's little man'

Tony continued to play the guitar, which was then joined by drums.

And after that, he changed a bit of the song...

'He climbs in bed with Mr. Bert,'

He smirked a bit at this, as he - everybody knew, he used to have Abby's pet hippo, Bert as a pillow when he slept down at her lab.

'And closes his eyes, to say his bed time prayers

Another day is through.

He says, "Daddy's great, and god is good,

Let us thank him for our food"

And god understood.

He knows how children do,

God was a daddy too!' He glanced at the older agent, who stood as still as a stone, features betraying no emotions that was running through him.

'In his eyes, I'm a hero;' he was a hero, to Tony.

'But he don't know, how that scares me...' he did know. Gibbs didn't, but he did.

'I'm so much less, than a superman,

But for him I try to be...'

'Cause one day he'll be gone,

So far from home,

Too old to hold my hand,

But I'll be his biggest fan,

And he'll still be daddy's little... man'

Tony ended his song, just as Officer Martin Weaver stepped into the bar, foreshadowing all the questions that were on the other young agents' mind.

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