PROLOGUE:
I'll Always Take Care of You
SUMMARY: When Tony gets hurt on the job the team doesn't know how to react…All except Gibbs that is. Father/Son relationship
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own NCIS or CSB.
WARNING: This fic is un-beta'd
A/N: Ok, so I hope you all like this! I'm hoping to make this a longer fic.
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"Happy birthday dear Tony, Happy birthday to you…" The last word of the song died on the lips of the DiNozzo staff as the youngest member of the household blew out the candles of his cake.
Tony grinned as his nanny cut the cake and served him the first piece. "Thanks Nan," the young boy said shyly.
"Twelve years old huh Tony; you gonna start your mustache soon or what boy?" a voice boomed from the doorway.
Tony looked up and grinned. "You came," Tony yelled as he threw himself into the arms of the ex-DiNozzo cook.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," The man said as he picked up the still scrawny twelve year old.
Tony squirmed muttering to the cook that he was too old to be carried. The cook laughed and handed him a wrapped box. Presents seemed to appear out of thin air after that. One by one the young boy opened the presents and thanked everyone. He'd gotten a baseball glove, bat and ball, football, and a bike. At the bottom of the pile laid the gift from his father.
Tony looked up at staff around him, a look of fear in his eyes. His nanny gave him an encouraging smile while the cook placed a comforting hand on his shoulders. Tony slowly opened the box, leaving the card till the end.
"It's a uniform," Tony said distractedly as he opened the card.
Tony read the card once…twice…three times before looking up at the people gathered around. He didn't understand…what did it mean? "He-he doesn't want me anymore?"
Cook grabbed the card and held it so that way Nan could see it too; together they read:
Anthony,
As you seem intent that you do not want to go into the family business I have decided to grant you, your wish. You are no longer my son. As I have been told that you are too old to be adopted I have instead decided to send you to the Rhode Island Military Academy. You will find your uniform in the enclosed package; happy birthday. You will spend this week end removing anything you wish to keep from the premises. You will be allowed into the staff quarters during your breaks. I will not be around but you are to follow the same rules as the help.
Mr. Anthony DiNozzo Sr.
Tony looked down at the uniform unsure if he should cry at being disowned or thrilled at being able to get away from his father; before he could stop himself, though, he was crying.
He ran into his nanny's arms and sobbed, "He doesn't want me. He doesn't love me."
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Anthony DiNozzo Jr. walked into work and smiled brightly at his co-workers. "Good Morning Probie…Ziva."
"You are happy this morning Tony," Ziva said warily. She waited for an innuendo or some tale of an exploit from her partner but none came.
Tony simply shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her again. He sat down at his desk, started his computer, and raised his arm to look at his watch.
"What are you doing?" Ziva asked.
"Counting," Tony replied, "Five…four…three…two…one…Hi, Abby."
"Tony," Abby flew to his side and sat in his lap. "I thought Gibbs was giving you an hour."
"He did but I decided to use is as my go home time," Tony smiled.
Abby gave him a kiss on his cheek and handed him three tickets to an amusement park.
"Three," Tony raised an eyebrow.
"Gibbs said he'd drive," Abby replied with a wide grin. "Our fearless leader is coming; I better go."
Abby jumped up and left to go back to her lab. As she was rounding the corner McGee stood up and handed Tony an Ipod.
"I figured you needed a new one." McGee said by way of explanation. "I added songs already."
"Thanks Tim," Tony offered as he stared dumbfounded at the gift.
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Ziva jumped from her seat and went to follow Abby unsure of what was going on. She managed to stop the gothic girl before she entered the elevator.
"Why did you and McGee give Tony presents?" She demanded to know.
"It's his birthday," Abby informed her.
"I did not know." Ziva said quietly.
"You know how to cook; I'm sure he'd love a home cooked meal. What ever you do don't wrap the gift…give it to him out of the package even." Abby warned.
"Why would I do that? Is it not customary to wrap the gift?" Ziva asked confused.
"It's not my story to tell and Tony will never tell you. Suffice to say he had a bad experience when he was a kid." Abby responded after a moment of silence. "Just tell him that you expect him at your house this Friday at six. He doesn't like anyone to mention his birthday and Gibbs gets him today and I get him Saturday."
Ziva nodded her head and went back to her desk.
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Gibbs walked up to Tony and perched himself on the edge of his agent's desk. Ziva walked back and could the two of them talking; their laughter catching her ears.
"I brought chicken, seasoning for the chicken, corn on the cob, stuffing, biscuits, and that pop you like." Gibbs informed his senior agent.
"Thanks boss," Tony said sincerely.
"I'll pick you up at 0800 hours on Saturday. Make sure you bring an overnight bag," Gibbs warned.
"Over night bag…" Tony's voice faltered at Gibbs' raised eyebrow. "I'll bring an over night bag boss."
After Gibbs had gone back to his desk Tony checked his e-mail and found one from Ziva. He looked up at her from over his computer but she refused to look over at him.
Tony,
Please come to my house on Friday at 6:00. I will have supper waiting.
Ziva
Tony looked up again and this time caught Ziva's gaze. He nodded his head and smiled once again.
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The group had been working at their desks for over two hours when they got a call of a dead body a rundown warehouse. They got to the warehouse in a little over fifteen minutes.
"Let's get the body, collect the evidence and get out people." Gibbs ordered not liking the integrity of the building.
The group worked quickly and soon they were on their way out.
"Damn it," Tony muttered.
"What's the matter DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked annoyed.
"I think my cell phone's in the building. Won't take more then a minute," Tony promised as he ran inside.
True to his word he was on his way out, cell phone in hand, less then a minute later. He had just reached the doorway when he stopped and turned around.
"Come on DiNozzo," Gibbs demanded.
"I thought I heard something," Tony responded.
"Tony!" Gibbs warning came too late as the building suddenly collapsed, effectively burying the senior agent.
TBC…
A/N2: If you like this please click the little purple button and let know…otherwise I'm stopping writing where I am.