Author's Note: Another short chappie, but it's needed. More Kibbs coming soon...Again, thank you thank you thank you for all you're reviews...
"Hey Allie! Call me later." Alison's friend Jessie called as she stepped on the big yellow school bus.
"Okay." Alison called back. She headed towards Tony's car, she had therapy this afternoon.
Alison gingerly slid into the front passenger seat of Tony's car later that afternoon. Her knee was throbbing and it was a little swollen. She had played soccer in gym class and the event jostled her around a little bit more than she liked. Tony gave her a look when she closed the door and clicked her seatbelt on.
"You alright?" he asked.
"Fine. My knee's just sore that's all."
"After your therapy session, how about we go out for a burger?"
"Sure."
Tony smirked to himself. He had a plan in mind to get Alison and her father talking again. He just hoped his plan wouldn't backfire on him. If that happened, he'd have one very angry boss and one very angry teenager to deal with. That, and he'd be dead flat broke after he paid McGee and Abby their share of the bet.
"Good luck." Tony said as he watched Alison walk into the therapist's office. He settled himself down in a chair and picked up a magazine. "Hmm, Tom and Katie finally broke up." he said aloud to himself.
"Ugh, I cannot stand them." the receptionist piped up from her place behind the glass. Tony looked around to see whom the woman was talking to. When he realized that it was he the girl was addressing, he set the tabloid down and walked over to the window.
"I'm Tony." he said to the girl.
"Sara." she replied. "It's funny don't you think?"
"What, your name? I like it. It's pretty."
"No, not my name. It's funny that I've seen you here with Alison every other day for the past six months and I haven't introduced myself to you."
"Yeah, funny." Tony, who prided himself on his suave way with women suddenly found himself tongue tied. He smiled at Sara and she smiled back.
"What are you doing Friday night?" the receptionist asked after a brief but awkward silence.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" Tony replied.
"Are you accepting?"
"Pick you up at seven thirty?"
"Sure."
"It's a date then."
"Good, we can work out the details next time you come with Alison." Sara grinned and turned back to her work. Tony went back to reading about Hollywood's failed couples.
Soon, Alison emerged from the office and bid farewell to Dr. Simon and Sara. She gave Tony a look as they waited for the elevator.
"What?" he asked, perplexed and a little perturbed at the look Alison gave him.
"You and Sara? I saw that look she gave you when we left. What's going on? Did the mighty Tony DiNozzo finally ask her out?"
"Nope."
"No? But I thought..."
"She asked me out." Alison punched her friend on the arm, "We have a date Friday night. I'm picking her up at her place."
"Tony, you dog." Alison let out a low whistle. "Hey, do you mind taking a rain check on that burger? My knee is still sore and I've been buried by homework. My trig teacher thinks that being a complete sadist is fun. I swear she's going to burn in hell when her time comes."
"No! Let's go eat and then I'll help you with your homework." Tony blurted. His sudden outburst led Alison to believe that there was an ulterior motive to his "innocent" burger and fries.
"Tony, what's going on?" the teen asked.
"What makes you think something is going on?" the agent replied.
"Because you are Tony DiNozzo, master of practical jokes and ulterior motives. I know you Tony, you wouldn't push for this burger and fries unless you had some underlying master plan." Alison stopped in the hallway and planted her hands on her hips, glaring at Tony she yelled, "You asked my father to meet us there didn't you?" when Tony didn't answer, Alison huffed and rolled her eyes. "I cannot believe you. I told you time and time again that I don't want to have anything to do with him. He's the one who turned his back on me! Not the other way around. He's the reason I'm seeing this shrink in the first place. If I hadn't have been so hurt by what he did, I wouldn't have tried to kill myself."
"Alison..." Tony began
"You know, sometimes I wish you hadn't of found me when you did. Another few minutes and I wouldn't be here. I really wish I would have died in that crash."
"You don't mean that."
"Does it look like I'm kidding?" Alison walked away leaving Tony to think of a reply.
"Hey, now you listen to me Alison." He grumbled through gritted teeth when he finally caught up with her, "You father has done nothing but ask about you every day. He's even getting reports on how you're doing in therapy and school. He knows what he did was wrong, let him have a chance to make it right."
"No. Never. He walked out on me when I was a baby and when I showed up at his house, he promised me that it was the last time he'd ever do that. Eight months ago, what did he do? He walked out on me again. I will never ever forgive him for that. I'd rather burn in hell." Alison angrily spat. She walked out of the elevator once it reached it's ground floor destination. The ride home was silent, as was the rest of the night. Alison did her homework and went to bed. Tony had to come up with another plan, and pay up to Abby and McGee.