Chapter 2
Tony opened the door to his apartment, threw the keys on the table in the hallway. He kicked off his shoes and made his way towards his bedroom, where he changed in to a pair of sweat pants and was just about to put on an old shirt when he saw himself in the mirror.
Ducky had commented on the scar on his back and it awakened memories that he thought he had forgotten, but that was obviously not the case.
He had been shot when he was 12, on his way home from school, the bullet had hit him in the back, missing anything vital and came out just beside his hipbone. It had hurt like hell and he had lost a lot of blood, but thanks to the family doctor he had recovered pretty fast.
Tony touched the scar, that hadn't been the first time he had been shot at but the first time he had been hit and it had changed his life.
Not in a big "I have found the light and my purpose"-kind of way but in the small things, as in being a little more watched, his father had had a few more conversations with him and the twins had tried to be there for him more, not leaving him alone so much with her because of an incident they had walked in on as he was still recovering. He had appreciated their tries but they had their own things to do, learning how to handle things in the family business but it hadn't stopped them to lure him out to get drunk for the first time when he was 14 or teach him all about women.
Tony smiled at himself and then sighed, his childhood had a few lights in it but it all had changed. She had changed it. He put the shirt on as he moved into the kitchen, grabbed a beer and then went to the living room and dropped down on his couch.
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Marco walked out of his fathers office a bit flustered, he had showed him the picture that his twin brother Emilio had taken. At first their father had just stared at the photo, then he had sent out all of his men out of the room and looked at Marco with his piercing green eyes.
"Emilio want to stay and look for him. See if it's really him."
His father had looked at the photo again, then on a picture that was standing on his desk after a minute he looked at Marco again, his eyes blazing.
"Why?"
At first all Marco could do was to stare at his father, he saw the anger in his fathers eyes but he and Emilio were the few that wasn't really that afraid of their father. He took a deep breath before speaking.
"Why? Because if it is him, then he is our brother, your son and our blood." He felt his own anger starting to well up inside of him. "You can't be mad at him, he was just a teenager when they disappeared and she probably forced him."
"Then he could had come back to us when she died." Was the icecold reply from the older man.
"She probably made up some story and lied to him, you know as well as I do that she was a wicked bitch that would do anything to get what she wanted." Marco looked at his father, the accusation in his voice was clear.
Angelo DiNozzo looked at the picture on his desk one more time, then at the photo from the cell phone and then at his son. He ran a hand thru his blond hair, Marco and Emilio were twins, his sons from his first marriage with Maribelle.
Maribelle had been the love of his life but she had died when they were four and he remarried just a few years after with Daniella. She had been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and they had been pretty happy until she gave birth to his third son.
Daniella had always been shallow, obsessed about her looks and money. She had been appalled at how the pregnancy had changed her figure, so she had spent more time to get in shape and shopping clothes than being with her child. After a few years it turned out that she only married him for his money and "family status" and many other things was beginning to show about her real character.
"It seems like this means a lot for you two?"
"Yes, it does." Marco said. "And it should mean something for you also."
"Don't cross that line, Marco." Angelo's voice was hard as steel. "I'll let you two check into it but you will be very careful and quiet about it. You two will drop it and come home directly if I say so. Clear?"
"Yes, father." Marco got up from his chair and walked out of the office, he had to call Emilio right away to tell the news.
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Tony awoke with a start, he almost fell out of the couch and he was soaked with sweat. He had fallen asleep on his couch and as he sat up, his dream came back to him. It was a nightmare he had had a few times and it was about when he found her lying on the couch, dead from a drug overdose. She had been very beautiful in life but her death hadn't been pretty.
She had taken him away from his home, when he asked why she had hit him and said that his father had said that he would kill them both because of something Tony had done. She didn't know what but she would take care of him, so they ran away. Tony had tried to call to his brothers but she walked in on him and gave him a real beating. After she had told him that she was the only one that loved him and that the twins wanted to be ridd off him also. He didn't try to call them again, she changed his name from Antonio to Anthony, why he didn't really know but she had her reasons.
So when she died he was all alone andas he sat on the bed beside her body he saw her purse lying on the floor. He found her bankbook in it and found out that she had a account in his name that was filled with money, a lot of money. He took a long look at her before he walked out and started a new life.
He looked at his watch, he knew that he wouldn't go back to sleep nowand it was only five in the morning so he took his mp3 player and went out to take a run. It always helped and when he came back he jumped into a long hot shower before getting to work.
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Angelo DiNozzo looked a long time at the door after it closed behind his son. He could see the similarities between the man on the photo and the picture of his youngest son. He hit his hand hard on the desk as he remembered what happed all those years ago.
He had found out that Daniella had cheated on him, they had a big fight and she threatened to leave him. He had laughed her straight in her face, saying that she would never make it on her own. She had laughed him right back in the face, saying was he so stupid and blind to think that she wouldn't have a backup plan? He had looked at her dumfolded as she started to talk again.
Daniella had her own money hidden, money she had taken from him and she would take them to hire a hitman to kill him and the twins so she could get her son as the head of the family. She said that she had several supporters to the idea.
It was then when he saw her for the real person she had become, high on whatever drug she was addicted to she had proclaimed to kill him but before he could say anymore she stormed out of his office and he had never seen her or his youngest son again. He had sent people to look after them, but they disappeared without a trace.
Then two years after she had disappeared with their 16 year old son, he got a tip about a woman who looked like Daniella had been seen. He recognized her as he got the pictures, so he flew there only to find her dead, a drug overdose the autopsy said, at the address he was given. There was no sigh of his son but he had someone that kept on looking for him.
Angelo shook his head, so now Emilio had spotted him or someone that was very like him in Washington and his sons wanted to find their younger brother.
He looked at the picture of Antonio DiNozzo that stood on his desk, the young man had his green eyes and Daniella's brown hair, the picture had been taken when he was 12 and he was smiling big at the camera.
Just a few weeks later he had been shot, Angelo had been out of town with the twins and they hadn't know until they got home three days later. It was after that the bond between the brothers had grown stronger but not until a few years later that he was told of Daniella had abused Antonio.
Angelo got up, walked over to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a drink. He turned around as there was a knock and the door opened. He pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind, it was time to get back to business.
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"I'm on my way." Marco said in the phone as he packed his bags. "We have to do it quietly and have a few more security guys around but we will manage."
"How did he take it?" Emilio asked.
"Well, I don't know. He was pretty angry at first but I don't know if it is because of her or him."
"I can understand if he is angry with her, but she is dead and if it is him, we have to take care of our own. That's what he always said. We own him that much."
"I know, Emilio."
"So get your ass moving so we can find our little brother!"
TBC
AN: WOW! around nine reviews already, I'm really glad that you seem to like it. I hope that chapter 2 wasn't a disappoitment. I haven't givien up on my other stories, they will be countinued so don't worry. A big thanks to all the reviewers! You mean A LOT!
