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This story is no ordinary Tony/dad story. Instead this shows Tony growing up in a loving family which cares deeply for each individual. Then things take a turn for the worst and it all changes.

The first few chapters are ideally there to show the love he shares and the different events which have been described to us so far in the actual episodes, including the latest with La Grenouille where Tony states that his father "WAS" a good man.

I hope you enjoy it and is as usual, the length of my other stories. If you mention anything about no action then you are clearly reading the wrong story... dramatic thing do happen... just after a while. So just sit back and enjoy the love of a family, soon to be destroyed. I'm glad you read this as you need to get the idea before you read on! NCIS forever.

Disclaimer: I do in no way own any of the characters or ideas of NCIS, I do it purely for a hobby and gain no money of advertisement from it.

Enjoy...


"Mama… Stop!" A small three year old tried to squirm out of the tickling fingers around his waist. His laughter hid his words as his floppy brown hair practically danced on top of his head and the wide dashing emerald eyes squinted in mock-pain.

"Don't you like it my little bambino?" The dashing woman grinned happily as she kept hold of her squirming son.

"NO!" He shouted, albeit playfully. "You Meany!" He cried as she gave one last tickle to his waist. She stopped straight away and lifted her eyebrows at the young child.

"Oh, really?" She said seriously. Both the toddler and the mother stared at each other before breaking into another fit of giggles. The woman grabbed the young boy and pulled him close to her, giving him a soft squeeze.

"I love you mama." The boy said muffled from her coat. She released him and tousled his hair in admiration.

"And I love you too, Anthony." The woman, who looked no more than 25 had to laugh at the son's scrunched up nose when she used his full name. He had always seemed to despise it, even since he was little. It had been chose by her husband more than herself, but she loved it just as much. "Now. We must get ready for dinner."

The dark haired woman stood up straight and reached across to the table beside them. On it sat a small pile of clothes. A bow tie and small black trousers were on top and were also the first to be placed on Tony's small body.

"Such a dashing young man." She tousled his hair once again before taking his outstretched hand into hers. He grinned happily at her as she directed him out of his huge bedroom and into the large corridor which had recently been cleaned by the maid.

The large oak doors opened to reveal a large gold room. Inside, was placed a small table meant for only three or four people. Paintings graced the solid wood walls and a large Grandfathers clock towered over to the side, courtesy of Tony's Grandma, who had died before he managed to meet her.

"Ah the Royal party have arrived!" A young man sat at the table, dressed in a smart suit with a long black tie on top of the white shirt. Tony was placed on top of one of the soft chairs and smiled at his father across the way.

"Hey Daddy!" Tony loved it when his dad made it out that him and his mother were royalty.

"Hello my prince." The young, handsome man winked back at him before standing up and greeting Tony's mother. She was dressed in a beautiful silk dress, colour of a dawn sky. He bowed at her jokingly before pulling back a chair and gesturing for her to sit down. "Here, my sweet." She giggled, as did Tony, before taking her seat on the chair.

"Marcello… You enlighten me." She held her hand close to her heart in mock admiration and the family laughed together. Two servants entered from the vast door behind door carrying large trays of food.

When Marcello lived in Italy as a boy, Dinner time was a great tradition. Often a short phrase was said before the food was eaten and the dinner often lasted for hours, with families baking in each others company. Tony's plate was piled with pieces of chicken cut into tiny pieces and a drink in front and slightly to the left. They waited until it was absolute quiet, and the waiters were gone before tucking in.

"Buon Appetito!" Marcello cried aloud before diving into the bronzed plate.


Marcello DiNozzo was a handsome man. He had bright emerald eyes that stunned anyone with enough guts to stare and soft jet black hair which sat, styled, on the crown of his head. Tony had inherited most of the man's features, such as the eyes and the facial aspects but the hair had been passed from his mother. The colour of late autumn leaves seemed to fall into place as soon as he awoke from bed.

"Tony? Is that you?" A small face appeared from behind the large wooden door, Tony's dad's prize possession. It had been inherited from his grandfather who had paid a great deal of money to have it preserved. This made Marcello to treat it as if it was another child and Tony knew as much.

"Papa!" His father chuckled and gestured for the owner of the face to walk forward and hop onto his lap. DiNozzo did so and could feel the gentle rub of his back by a firm calloused hand, which sent oozes of confidence through him.

"Learn Italian!" An excited boy cried at his happy father, who chuckled lightly.

"Okay." He looked around his study suite and recognised a number of writing equipment perched in the corner. He lifted a pen in front of Tony and turned his head to look at the young boys gleaming eyes.

"A pen…"

"Pen." Tony repeated instantly, proud as ever.

"Ha-ha, no Pen is English." Tony's eyes rutted in confusion, so Marcello continued. "In Italian, it is 'Penna."

"Penba!" Tony almost shouted.

"P-E-N-N-A." His father sounded out.

"Penna!" Tony clapped as his father congratulated him. DiNozzo SR. kissed the top of his head in praise and continued on his lookout for different items on his desk. It hit fondly in his heart that his only son would be willing to take up his culture.

"Where's Uncle Vincenzo, papa?"

"Your Uncle is visiting next year Anthony," he ignored the sour look at the name, "He's a bit…indisposed at the moment." Marcello tilted his head and smiled gently at the young boy.

"Where is he?"

"He's in a place at the moment where you can't go and see him… Erm… but has plenty of time to think about things." The father struggled to tell his young boy that the man was currently sat in a prison cell. His brother had always had a strange fondness with Tony, and being the child that he was, Tony loved it. Suddenly, the latter climbed out his lap and over to a picture on the far wall. Marcello laughed again at his child's poor attention span and once again, attempted to answer the child's probing questions.


"Mama! Mama! Play!" screamed Tony running around his large canopy bed, clearly too big for a normal 3 year old.

"Anthony! Its 9pm… you need to get to bed, you little rascal." She grinned as she stooped down to pick up the excited boy.

Tony held his arms up so that his beautiful mother could place her hands under his armpits and hoist him up to rest on her smooth hip. She gently lifted him down onto the soft silk sheets and pulled the soft cover up to his neck. Tony loved to be fully covered at night. The feel and smell of his surroundings when he was in bed made him shiver in delight and it took only a second for his eyes to droop to sleep.

"Goodnight my cute little boy." She stroked the top of his head lightly before placing a soft kiss to his forehead, making Tony turn over to grip the covers tightly. Smiling with affection, she stood from the side of the bed and out of the door, flicking the light switch as she left.

"Ah, Sherena, my angel, I was waiting for you to come to bed." Marcello stared lovingly at his wife as she entered the room, dressed in a silk gown. The brunette climbed into bed and slowly and passionately kissed her husband. They were in love.


A/N How was that? Please review and maybe I will leave a special note on the next chapter for you specifically. Love all the time.