Okay here's the next chapter, I wrote it as fast as I could. By the way all of the chapters are written from Rebeccas' point of view, unless I state otherwise. Thank you all so much for all the hits and the reviews. Isobel =)
Chapter Two:
Tony's Apartment:
"Well Rebecca this is it" Tony said nervously, to be honest he had never been this nervous before in his life. Well okay there was one occasion, and that was when he proposed to Wendy. Tony ignores his memories and opens the door to let her in.
"Wow!" Was all I could think as I look around the room, my eyes spot the massive TV and all I can think is "Well this isn't going to be too bad. Wait is that Blue-Ray?" I think as I spot the black DVD player. I turn around and I am suddenly aware of hundreds upon hundreds of DVDs, and I can't help but smile "At least we have something in common"
"Nice DVD collection" I say as I walk towards it, "Wow that was lame" I can't help thinking "but at least it will get us talking"
"Yeah I'm kind of an addict" Tony admits smiling at her British accent.
"Yeah me too" we both smile at this new found common interest. "What's your favourite?" she asks
"Hum, that's a hard one." Tony pauses deeply considering his answer, "Well I think it really depends on what mood I'm in because to be honest there are some brilliant ones out there. How about you?"
"Oh, I've got too many that I can't remember half the time"
"Yeah I know what you mean. So um, do you want me to show you your room?"
"Okay" I reply trying to keep it short and sweet, I really don't want to mess this up. Tony leads me down the hall and I'm surprised how large this apartment is "I probably should start calling this home now" I remind myself. Tony opens the door to a reasonably sized room. But I suddenly stop. It's pink. Tony sees me falter
"Not your colour then?" he says as if he can read my mind
"No, not really" I reply nervously
"Don't worry we can redecorate if you want" Tony reassures me "So what colours would you prefer?"
"Well, my favourite colours are blue and yellow, so them I suppose."
"Ok then, we'll get that done asap" Tony says as he gives me a smile, and leaves me alone to settle in.
I can feel myself warming to him, which is strange, it took ages for me to get used to my stepdad Roger, but then again he's my dad. Wow DAD, he is my DAD! The realisation starts to sink in. I am with my dad. He's real. He's not a dream anymore. Then a thought hits me. What do I call him? Tony or dad? Man this is complicated. Oh why can't my life be simple? Okay back to the question, what should I call him? Perhaps I should test the waters first? Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll see what he does and follow from his lead. Oh my god I can't believe that I'm really with my dad. I think with a smile
"Sorry" Tony interrupts my wild train of thought "Here's your suitcase you, um, left it in the living room"
"Oh thanks" I say with a smile
"It's okay Rebecca"
"Oh, um please call me Becky, everyone does" I say nervously as I test the waters
"Okay Beckii" Tony says extending my nickname making me smile for some weird reason, "Do you have any preferences for dinner, because I was planning on making carbonara."
"No carbonara sounds delicious" I reply. Tony then leaves me to start cooking dinner, and I am left to explore my new room. I sit down on my new bed and the jet lag suddenly catches up with me, and I quickly fall asleep.
1 hour later: Tony's perspective:
"The carbonara's nearly done" I think to myself "I wonder how Becky's getting on, she's awfully quiet?" I walk over to Becky's new room, and lightly knock on her door. After a few minutes with no response I poke my head round to find Becky fast asleep on her bed. I can't help but smile. She looks like an angel, and I decide to let her rest, even I would be tired after an eight hour flight. I find a blanket and carefully place it on top of her to make sure she doesn't get cold. It then spurs on me, "What shall I tell everyone? Do they have to know? Well of course they have to know DiNozzo; you can hardly keep it a secret." I answer myself. In the end I decide to get to know her better before introducing her to the gang, but I know that they won't be happy that I kept her a secret, but that's just something that I'll have to live with. My mind drifts off as I watch her sleep she looks so perfect. "How did I Anthony DiNozzo help to create someone so perfect, all I tend to do is screw things up. My mind eventually drifts on to what the team's reaction to her will be. I know Ducky will accept her immediately, and so will Abby and McGee after the initial shock. But how Gibbs or Ziva will react?" The thought of Ziva makes me smile. "I love her wild brown locks and the way she messes up her idioms. She is perfect, just like my daughter, if only she felt the same way about me. I really hope she can accept Rebecca, because if she doesn't I know that I have to put Becky first. She is my daughter and I have to live my life for her now." I smile "She is my daughter" the thought fills me with so much joy, but then I think of all the things that I have missed. "I wasn't there to see her first steps, her first words, her first everything. I have missed so much." The realisation fills me with anger "I should have been there, why didn't Wendy tell me? We could have been happy."
Around 7 pm: Becky's perspective:
I wake up drowsy wondering where I am, but then I remember and I smile. I'm with my dad. I suddenly notice the blanket wrapped around me and my smile grows. He cares. I sit up and climb off the bed too quickly and I start feeling light headed "Great!" Is all I can think. When the dizziness passes I walk out of my room wondering where Tony is, no wait dad I correct my thoughts, he is definitely dad.
I walk into the living room to find Tony watching TV. I can't help but smile. After a couple seconds of watching him he turns around to face me.
"You hungry?" He asks, just then my stomach rumbles, and cheeks start to flush out of embarrassment, "I'll take that as a yes." He says with a laugh "Just give me a few minutes while I warm them up"
"You didn't eat?"
"Nah, I thought it would be better if we ate together" I smile at this response, I was right he does care.
A couple of minutes later we are tucking into the carbonara…
"Mmm, this is really good" he smiles at the compliment
"Yeah that's one thing us Italians can do, cook a mean carbonara."
"Wait I'm Italian?" I ask, this is totally new information to me.
"Well, yeah, half anyway." Tony says waiting for my reaction
"Cool, I just thought I was English, well American." I say correcting myself "Being half Italian is so much more interesting" The conversation carries on as he tells me about the family I never knew I had, and the crazy stories that come with being a DiNozzo…
After dinner we decide to watch a movie…half way through the movie…
"Um…"
"Yeah, Becky?" Tony asks
"What should I call you?" I ask nervously
"Well, I guess it's up to you. You can me dad if you want," Tony says as he watches my face trying to read what I would prefer to say, "Or I guess you could call me Tony, if you don't want to call me dad." He carries on nervously.
I think for a couple of minutes, hating the award silence I created. "I think I would like to call you… dad." I say with a nervous smile. In return a get a smile from him, and I know that I have made him happy.
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