Word Count: 1,353
Summary: A family member spontaneously shows up at NCIS Headquarters to make an unexpected delivery.
Author's Notes: I am Tony DiNozzo's keeper. *Gets headslapped* Huh? Was I dreaming again? ...Okay, fine- NCIS and Tony DiNozzo don't belong to me, and I do not own the rights to them sadly. ;) I just like playing with them. ;) ...All ideas belong to abe16kidbosco @ stokesfanficz, so please don't plagerize! This fic was inspired by the one and only KATE! You're the best, girl! :) ...Oh yeah, and this is completely un-beta'd. :)
He strolled in, nibbling on a piece of pepperoni, sausage, and extra cheese pizza- his favorite. It was the perfect way for Tony to cope with his father's spontaneous visit, and he was enjoying every bite of it.
Gibbs cocked his head, stifling a smirk, waiting for the man to explain himself.
"Hey," McGee shouted, "did you bring us any?"
"Probie," Tony grinned, exaggerating an 'MMM' sound as he took another bite, "you know I don't carry that much on me. I only had enough cash to pay for one slice. I thought about sharing, but I didn't want your germs. Although, I was mainly concerned about Ziva's germs." He leaned in to whisper in McGee's ear, "We don't know where she's been, McGee."
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs exclaimed.
Tony jumped up, standing at attention. "Yeah, Boss?"
"What the hell are ya doin'?"
"Uhh," Tony cleared his throat, thinking. For the first time in a long time, he actually couldn't come up with a witty excuse. He glanced around momentarily before surrending with a nervous chuckle, sitting down at his desk.
"Uh-huh. Get back to work, DiNozzo." Gibbs knew that Tony wasn't in the right frame of mind and hiding behind his antics was his way of playing the 'tough guy' card, but he also wasn't going to play the favorite card and cut him any slack either. "And, for God's sake, McGee, stop drooling and order yourself a pizza."
Ziva snickered in the background.
"What are you laughing at, Miss Rolled-Out-Of-Bed-And-Came-To-Work?" Tony jabbed.
Ziva dipped her head, blushing. "I had a stony night."
"Rocky, Ziva. Rocky night."
"Stones. Rocks. You find them both in the same place."
"So, who was the lucky bachelor," he paused momentarily, pondering. "...Or was it a bachelorette? You know, that would be pretty hot, Ziva. You should con--,” he was interrupted as a hand made contact with the back of his head. Tony winced, "-sider."
Gibbs crouched down to Tony's eye level, his expression serious, voice stern. "What did I tell ya, DiNozzo?"
"Back to work," Tony nodded. "On it, Boss."
Gibbs stood back up and grabbed his coffee off of his own desk. "Better have new information on that missing Marine when I get back," he said aloud as he made his way to the elevator, unamused.
McGee grinned, his nose buried in the computer monitor, confirming that Gibbs was definitely out of the squad room before lifting his head up.
"For your information, Tony, it was neither a he, nor a she," Ziva responded.
"Oh... OH," he cringed as a thought crossed his mind. "So, you're asexual?"
"A-what?" Ziva asked.
"It means you don't have an interest in Tony's supposed specialty," McGee teased.
"Supposed? Proven, Probie. Proven."
Tony's cell phone rang shortly after their bantering subsided, but he didn't recognize the number. "DiNozzo," he answered.
"Junior," the other voice spoke and Tony swallowed hard. "I'm buying you lunch. Meet me at the usual in thirty minutes."
"Sorry, Nick, I can't make it out tonight. I have to work late."
"You can hide from them, Anthony, but you can't hide from me. Now, meet me or you will be sorry."
"Yeah, okay, Nick. Then, I'll see you this weekend. You take care, Buddy," he squeezed his eyes shut and hung up the phone.
"Who is 'Nick'?" Ziva prodded.
"Nick? Oh, he's, uhh... He's an old college buddy of mine."
"Lying? Why would I be lying?" Tony chuckled nervously.
"I can see it in your eyes."
"Well, I can see it in your eyes that someone kept you up late last night."
Ziva grew silent, not willing to share any of her personal information with the man, and decided to back off of him.
"Cover for me, Probie. I have to run an errand."
"Where are you going, Tony? Tony?" McGee sighed.
DiNozzo was already in the elevator, making his way outside.
Approximately five minutes from his destination, Tony flipped his cell phone open, dialing the unfamiliar number as he drove. "Yeah, I'm calling for an Anthony DiNozzo. He called me from this number. Any chance you can track him down?"
Tony held for a few minutes and the elder DiNozzo finally picked up the phone.
"How did you get this number?"
"I have my sources, Son."
Tony sighed. He knew he wouldn't be able to get any information out of his father unless he tracked his every move. He was a good businessman, and he knew how to keep his clients a secret.
"I'm pulling in right now."
Tony parked his vehicle in an old, run-down lot. His father was waiting nearby.
"Junior," he grinned.
"Let's just cut to the chase, Dad. Why are you here?"
"I think you know very well why I'm here."
Tony scratched his head. "If that was the case, I wouldn't have posed the question."
"We've been at this crossroad before, Junior. You have something I want."
"Right," Tony chuckled, "and what might that something be?"
"You'll figure it out. I just hope you do before it's too late."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Tony's brow furrowed in confusion. Feeling a strong hand on his shoulder, he turned around. Three tall, muscular men were glaring down at him. "You must be some of my father's clients," he teased, flashing a smile. Then, a fist struck him hard. Tony winced and quickly attempted to massage his jaw.
"You know, we could use a strong guy like you where I work. My partner's not so--," Tony was cut off as the fist struck him again, blood now trickling from the corners of his mouth onto his shirt and suit jacket.
"What do you want from me, Dad?"
"Like I said, Son, you'll figure it out. Do as you wish with him. We're finished here."
The older of the two DiNozzos got in his car, knowing full well what was next to come. He turned the radio on, increasing its volume so he wouldn't have to hear his own son's moans.
"Is this... some kind... of joke?" Tony questioned, trying to catch his breath in between beatings. The men never replied. "This reminds me of... a movie, where..."
The last kick to his stomach was just too much for him to handle. He knew he was better off keeping his mouth shut than receiving anymore punishment.
The three men kicked and beat Tony until he was nearly unconscious. When they thought he'd finally succumbed to slumber, they decided that their work was done. One-by-one, they filed into DiNozzo, Senior's vehicle, making their escape.
Tony was conscious, lying completely still until the car was out of sight. He moaned, clutching his chest and abdomen. He was convinced that he had atleast a few broken ribs. They sure had done a number on him. He just wished he could figure out what he supposedly knew.
A few moments later, Tony's cell phone rang. It was Gibbs. He hesitated, but decided to answer it anyway.
"Yeah... Boss," he picked up, trying to mask the agonizing pain that he was in.
"Tony? You okay?"
"Fine," he answered, his breathing difficult.
"You don't sound fine. Where are you?"
"Uhh," he paused, not wanting to rat out his father, "home. I... must've eaten... a bad piece of... pizza."
"Sounds a lot worse than food poisoning, DiNozzo."
"Caught me at... the wrong time," Tony replied, coughing, struggling to keep what had happened a secret, and his pizza down.
Gibbs ran a hand over his head and sighed. "Just... Get better, ya hear me? Team could use ya, DiNozzo."
"I got ya, Boss."
Both men hung up their phones and Tony laid there, shivering, bruised, helpless.
Gibbs expunged himself from the elevator, returning to the bullpen. "McGee," he called out.
"Need a trace on DiNozzo's cell." Gibbs continued as McGee opened his mouth to talk. "No questions, McGee. Just do it."
McGee obliged, nodding.
Gibbs had a gut feeling. He knew Tony was hiding something. He knew something wasn't right, and he knew that Anthony DiNozzo, Senior was behind it all. His gut never told a lie.