Title: A Father's Love
Pairings: Gibbs/Tony father/son
Summary: When Tony discovers his father's coming to town, it surfaces long buried memories. Can Gibbs convince Tony to let him help and that he's worth a father's love?
A/N: Well, here we are, folks! The last chapter of "A Father's Love"! I really enjoyed writing it and I hope that you really enjoyed reading it as well. I want to thank all of you who reviewed last chapter: kutoki, chaos56, Tiva-McAbby4Life, NickTonyK, Audie the gothic alchemist, Long Live BRUCAS, tansysam, jjd022980, moira4eku, DarkRose4u, smush68 and DS2010. And I want to give a special shout out to those of you who stuck with me throughout the whole thing and apologize for my sporadic updates. I'm a senior in high school. I'm sure some of you can sympathize with me. I already have the first chapter of the next story in the series, "Anything For You", all planned out and will post it as soon as I can.
Thanks!
-Starbeam4267
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Gibbs opened the door to the basement and exited, entering the main floor of the house. He left the door open for Ducky, who came out only a few seconds later. Both men made their way to the living room.
Gibbs looked around. He saw Ziva, McGee and Abby sitting on the couch and Palmer on one of the chairs, talking. But he didn't see Tony. "Where's Tony," he asked, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. The others looked over at him.
"He's upstairs sleeping, Bossman," Abby said.
Gibbs was relieved even though he didn't show it, both at the fact that Tony was safe and the fact that Tony was sleeping. Tony had a rough couple of days and he needed all the rest he could get. Gibbs then turned his attention to McGee.
"McGee," Gibbs drawled. McGee looked at him. "You know that phone tracking thing you do?"
"Uh, yeah Boss. What about it?"
"Do you need to do it at the office?"
"No Boss." McGee pulled out his laptop. "I have the software right here on my laptop." The others raised their eyebrows but said nothing, just chalking it up to McGee's overprotectiveness of his sister.
"I need you to trace DiNozzo Senior's phone," Gibbs said. The rest of the team (except Ducky who, of course, already knew what he was up to) looked at Gibbs sharply.
"You're going after him, aren't you," McGee stated, already doing what Gibbs had asked of him.
"You already know the answer to that question," Gibbs replied.
"We want to help, Gibbs," Ziva said darkly, eyes flashing and hands balling into fists.
"Yeah Gibbs," Abby fumed, gesturing wildly as she spoke. "No one does that to Tony and gets away with it." Palmer nodded in agreement with Abby.
"No, I'm going to handle this one by myself," Gibbs told them. He held up a hand to stop the protests he knew were coming. "It's better if I do this alone. Besides, someone needs to stay here with Tony until I get back." And with that argument, they reluctantly agreed to let Gibbs handle Senior alone.
"I found him, Boss," McGee suddenly announced.
Gibbs moved closer to him. "Where, McGee?"
"At the Adams Hotel." McGee gave him the address. He grabbed his gun and badge and clipped them to his belt. Then he turned to the others. "I'll be back soon. If Tony wakes up and asks where I am, tell him I had an errand to run."
The others nodded in agreement. Gibbs then hardened his expression and strode determinedly out the door to face Senior.
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After getting the room number from the concierge at the front desk, Gibbs strode purposefully toward Senior's room. He reached the room and knocked angrily on the door. Finally, it opened. Gibbs took a good look at Tony's "father". He could tell that they were related. They had the same eyes, nose and chin. But that was as far as the similarities went.
'This man is Tony's father in blood and name only,' Gibbs thought, scowling.
"Can I help you," Senior asked, looking down his nose at Gibbs. He had a slight Italian accent and a holier-than-thou attitude. That pissed Gibbs off even more.
Gibbs pushed his way into the hotel room and closed and locked the door. He then turned to DiNozzo Senior and got right up in his face.
"Stay away from Tony," he growled.
Senior took a step back and straightened his suit. "And why, Special Agent Gibbs," he said, putting a mocking emphasis on 'Special Agent', "should I stay away from my son."
Gibbs got up in his face again. "Wrong," he said, tone dangerous. "He's not your son. He's my son."
Senior's face turned red. "That boy has my blood running through his veins," he yelled.
"And that is the only thing you have in common with Tony," Gibbs growled, backing Senior against the wall. "I am his father in every way that counts."
"Why would you want him," Senior sneered. "He's a stupid, worthless, weak, pathetic excuse for a man. A waste of space."
Now Gibbs was the one seeing red. "Tony is a better man than you'll ever be," he seethed. "He's solved hundreds of crimes. Saved millions of lives. He's the best friend a person could ask for. And I'm proud to call him my son."
Gibbs put his hands on either side of the wall, pinning Senior in. "You're the stupid, worthless, weak, pathetic excuse for a man," he growled. "You're the waste of space."
He leaned even closer to Senior and was pleased to see fear flash through his eyes. "Tony told me what you did to him," Gibbs said darkly. "Only a pathetic excuse for a man could do that to a helpless child."
"It was my right as a father," Senior said. "I was making him into a man. He was too soft. He needed to toughen up."
Gibbs slammed his hands against the wall and felt perverse pleasure in seeing Senior flinch. "Nothing gave you a right to do that," Gibbs yelled.
He grabbed Senior's tie and pulled so that he was looking Gibbs straight in the eyes. "Listen up," Gibbs said menacingly, "because I'm only going to say this once. You will Stay. Away. From. Tony. You will not bother him at home, at work, or anywhere else for that matter. If I find out that you've been bothering him, I. Will. End. You."
"Is that a threat, Special Agent Gibbs," said Senior, trying, and failing, to muster some bravado.
"No," Gibbs replied. "It's a promise." He shook Senior a few times for emphasis. "Am. I. Clear."
"Crystal," Senior replied.
Gibbs let go and stepped away from Senior. Senior cracked his neck and straightened his tie and jacket. Gibbs went to the door and unlocked it. He paused and turned back to Senior. "Remember what I said." He gave one last glare, then didn't give the scum in the room another thought as he walked out of the hotel and to his car. He needed to get back to his son.
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Gibbs arrived back at his house and went into the living room. The others looked up at him and greeted him when he arrived.
"Tony's up, Boss," McGee told him. "He asked where you were, and we told him you had an errand to run, but he's going to want to know exactly where you went."
Gibbs gave a curt nod in thanks. There was silence, and Ducky got the hint and took the lead. "Well, I think we had probably best be getting off." The rest got the hint and reluctantly agreed with Ducky. They left after either hugging (Abby) or nodding at (everyone else) Gibbs.
Gibbs shut the door behind him and locked it with a sigh of relief. It's not that he didn't love them, because he did (even Palmer, he admitted to himself reluctantly), but he wanted to spend some alone time with his son.
Shortly after he finished that thought, Tony came down the stairs dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. He looked around, confused, but then his eyes landed on Gibbs and he smiled. Gibbs smiled back.
"Hey, Boss," he said, plopping himself down on the sofa. "Where'd everybody go?"
Gibbs took a seat beside him. "They had to get going." He watched Tony, who was playing with the hem of his shirt and tapping his foot on the ground. He knew that Tony had something to say and that he'd say it when he was ready, so he just say patiently and waited.
Finally, Tony looked up at him. "You went to see my father, didn't you," Tony stated rather than questioned, as he already knew the answer.
"Yeah, I did," Gibbs replied. Tony shifted his eyes downward and worried his bottom lip. "Hey," Gibbs said gently but forcefully. "Look at me, son." Tony slowly complied. "He's not going to bother you anymore."
"You don't know my father," Tony said, moving his arms about helplessly. "He doesn't give up that easily. When Anthony DiNozzo Sr. has his mind set on something, he won't stop until he sees it through. And he's determined to hurt me."
Gibbs pulled Tony into a hug. "I won't let him hurt you," Gibbs said softly but surely. "You're my son. And I'm not going to let anyone hurt you or take you away from me. And that includes your so-called 'father'".
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As Tony relaxed in the arms of the man he considered a father, he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time: loved. For as long as he could remember, his father told him he was worthless, pathetic and weak; a waste of space; that he could never be loved. And he believed it because it seemed that no matter who he met and not matter where he was, his father was right. Then he met Gibbs.
Gibbs was the first person who ever wanted him. He chose him to come work for him. Before NCIS, Tony had only ever stayed at one job for two years. He left because he got the feeling that the people around him were tired of him and wanted him gone. But not Gibbs.
When the thought about leaving NCIS when the two year mark rolled around, Gibbs sat him down and said to him: "Rule 5: You don't waste good." And that was that. It was Gibbs way of telling him that he wanted him to stay, so he did.
Over time, he came to think of Gibbs as a surrogate father. The man treated him better than his own father ever did, and Tony was just his subordinate. He wanted to tell Gibbs what he thought of him so many times, but was afraid of being rejected. It seems his fears were pointless.
Gibbs pulled away and looked at Tony. "Come on," he said, ruffling Tony's hair. "It's a beautiful day. Let's go play catch."
Tony cheered up. "Okay."
As they went outside, Tony's only thought was that his father was wrong. He was worthy of a father's love.
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Unbeknownst to the two of them, someone was watching.
"Soon, Junior," he vowed. "Soon I will finish what I started. And no one will be able to stop me. Not even Special Agent Gibbs." He then drove off, thinking of all the different ways he could carry out his revenge. Both against the one that got away, and the one who dared to take what was his.
-The End. To Be Continued in "Anything For You"-