"Obligations"
by BitterandBlue1968
original NCIS story authored by me, myself, and I alone
Disclaimer: I do not own, participate in production, or profit from NCIS. I am just a fan who benefits from the weekly excellent entertainment the show provides.
Chapter 2
NCIS headquarters, Washington, D.C.
"What a day! If only we could have enjoyed the quiet atmosphere of a sexual harassment seminar," Tony DiNozzo says while pouting and sitting at his desk.
"Good grief, DiNozzo. Be grateful for a open-and-shut case for once." Tim McGee sits at his desk and stretches.
"What a pair of docks. 'Good' and 'grief'. Who thought that those two words together made sense?" Ziva David shook her head unaware of the smirks her colleagues shared with one another behind her back before she sat down at her desk.
"It's paradox, Probie Dah-veed. Did you really think THAT made sense in your head?" Tony laughs and tosses a paper wad at McGee's station. Tony's cellphone rings after his arm released the little missile. Again he sees that Anthony DiNozzo, Sr. is calling. After sighing, he opens his phone to say, "Hey, Dad. What's wrong?"
"Junior, is that any way to address your father? Did I not raise you better than that?" Mr. DiNozzo responds to his son's short "to-the-point" greeting.
"Raise me? Those boarding schools you paid for did that. What's going on?" Tony frowns and stands up to walk around his desk. Unbuttoning his suit blazer, he walks toward the elevator wishing he'd ignored the call as he had earlier.
"It never pays to be a smart-alack, Junior. Can't a father call his son and have a pleasant, peaceful conversation?"
"Since when have our conversations ever been pleasant or peaceful?" Tony walks around the elevator and leans against a wall.
"Anthony DiNozzo, Junior! Surely that education 'I paid for' taught you better manners. But then again, what can you do with a..." the elder Tony pauses his reply. "Listen, Junior. Let's not open old wounds. Let's have dinner tonight. It's on me."
"Dad, I've had a long day and I have a mountain of paperwork. Maybe some other time?" Tony starts the rub his right temple knowing a migraine threatened.
"But, Junior, I need...," Senior is interrupted by his son.
"Dad, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later." Tony closes his flip phone ending the conversation. While Tony rubbed his eyes, his boss, Leroy Jethro Gibbs came around the corner and saw his senior field agent.
"Everything okay, DiNozzo?"
"Yeah. Life's just peachy." Straightening his posture, Tony turns back toward the bullpen.
The older agent stood in place where he was watching DiNozzo walk away. Jethro's worried look spoke volumes.
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