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"Turning Point"

A soft breeze picked up, rustling a group of leaves as it sent them on their way. His hair tousled as the breeze did the same to his normal spiky brown hair as it did to his surroundings. He turned his head just slightly to the right and followed the leaves' path with only his abnormal blue eyes until his eyes settled on the scene below. His stomach fell at the sight before him. A large group of people gathered around a funeral. Some stood, others sat; but all of them were either crying or trying desperately to keep from spilling tears. They had all loved the man in their own special way.

He waited until everyone had dispersed before walking down the worn path from the embankment that oversaw this part of the cemetery to the man's grave. The gravediggers had just started to cover the casket.

Anthony D. DiNozzo, Jr.

Born: July 8, 1972

Death: October 12, 2012

Semper Fidelis

He smiled, knowing that despite not being a Marine, Gibbs most likely felt he deserved that phrase, considering he had been always faithful to them.

Hands in his jacket pockets, he took a deep breath and slowly released it, almost as if he was leaving the life he knew behind and moving forward. His name stared back at him, almost in a mocking way. This really was the end of this life. Anything from his old life would be merely memories – at least to the outside world.

They had planted the scene to make his makeshift family and everyone else believe he was truly dead. He was still coming to terms with their plantation.

"Tony, we have to go." a male voice said not far from him. The man was decked out in black, sunglasses and all. Noah had been established as Tony's handler.

"Just one sec, Noah." He stressed. Like Noah, Tony was decked out in all black. His sunglasses, though, were in his pocket. Unlike Noah and the others, he could get away with not covering his eyes. His eyes scanned the scattering crowd until they located his partner, the one he was undoubtably romantically linked to for the rest of their lives and beyond. She didn't know it yet, but she was definitely pregnant with his child, a gift he would leave in the wake of his 'death'. Along with coming to terms with the scene they planted, he was trying to understand these new abilities he'd been given as a result of the bite.

God, he hated vampires, even more so than before. Thanks to his creator, he would forever be claimed as a monster. As a result of his change, he'd become his new world's most wanted, carrying special blood with him that threatens a ruler's reign. Noah had told him that he had blood that was a perfect mixture of human and vampire blood. How he managed to have that, he would most likely neither never know nor understand.

The heartbeat pumped strongly, leaving a pleased smile on his face as he watched the child's mother enter the limo for the closest family members. She was the last of his makeshift family to get in, and the last he'd see for a while. Noah had already made it known that he could have access to them, but only at a distance. It was enough for now.

"Do you hear the heartbeat, Noah?" Tony finally asked, breaking the silence and watching the procession leave. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes. It is very strong." He responded, approaching the younger man. Clapping a hand on Tony's shoulder, he turned Tony to look at him. "You will have a son that she will name Conner Anthony DiNozzo and he will grow to be the man you want him to be." Noah flashed a smile before letting him go and turning away. "We have to get to the Church. Father Gordon is expecting us."

Noah had the ability to tell the future. Sometimes, Tony was glad for it. Like now, what he'd just been told gave him a sense of peace.

The myth about vampires and churches were absolutely false. Tony had discovered there were many vampires who attended church. His kind didn't burn or whatever; they walked in there just like a human. The only problem that had with the sun was it stung in their eyes. Like most vampire stories nowadays, humans tended to falsify their nature.

He waited until the procession was completely gone before he gave Noah an acknowledged nod. Noah returned the nod. Together, they walked in the opposite direction of the entrance, slowly at first. Then, they flitted.

St. Christian's Church

Father Gordon was a black, bulky, tall man. He often entertained his congregation with stories from his past – those that were appropriate to tell. In the past few weeks, on his off time, Tony could be found here, studying with Gordon on what knowledge he'd gathered, and listening to the stories. Father Gordon reminded Tony of Ducky; just like Noah reminded him of Gibbs.

At the moment, Father Gordon was in his office, head down and thumbing through a book. His room looked more like a library than an office. All four walls, aside from windows and doors, had built-in bookshelves lined with a variety of books, most of them non-fiction. In one corner was a floor lamp, green living room chair with a small end table where Father Gordon spent a lot of his time.

Noah rapped on his open office door. The priest looked up, startled and smiled at who it was. "May we come in, Father?"

Gordon rose and beckoned them in. "Please, Noah. Do come in." His deep voice spoke with friendliness.

Tony followed Noah and joined him at the two chairs before the desk. Only after they sat did Gordon do the same. "Your family held a beautiful funeral. How was it to watch from the back?" He asked.

Tony glanced at Noah before answering. "Well, it's not every day that a person gets to watch his own funeral in the flesh." He teased, smirking at the irony.

"That is true, my boy." Gordon agreed.

He nodded. "Can you do me a favor, Father?"

"I can try. What favor?"

Tony stood momentarily, reaching into his back pocket and producing an envelope. "Can you please give this to Ziva?" He held out the envelope.

Father Gordon looked at him before taking it from him. "Certainly, Tony." He put it in the top drawer.

"Thanks." Tony flashed a smile.

Gordon gave him a courteous nod. "Now, shall we get down to business gentlemen?" He suggested.

"Yes! Most definitely." Noah perked up, leaning forward. They began their meeting.

TBC...