FIC: Who Knew (8/?)
Title: Who Knew?
Fandom: NCIS
Genre: Romance/Friendship/Adventure
Rating: PG-13, T
Pairing: Kate/Tony, Abby/McGee, Jenny/Gibbs, Ziva/OC
Spoilers: Seasons 1 & 2 in particular. Season 3 sparingly.
Warnings: AUness, Babyfic
Summery: Kate has alot of adjusting to do. This includes a loss of a friend, a new relationship, a new team member, and a few other life changing events
Previous Chapters.
I know I said we'd get back to Kate's POV, but I decided to give Nick & Tasha a chapter to show their POV. Most of what I have about Tony's parents and his childhood is taken from hints from the show (which are few) and some creative license.
Chapter 8: A Parent’s Worry
Nicholas DiNozzo had long since realized that he would never win the ‘father of the year’ award. He loved his son, and wanted the best for him. And it hurt when he found out important developments in his son’s life not from Tony himself, but from Ben, or Olivia. He also knew that Tony would not really want to see him right now.
It wasn’t actually his idea to come. It was his own father’s, the first Anthony DiNozzo. He had decided that the family would gather in DC, since Liv’s son Benito and his wife were already there. They could see who this woman was who was going to be adding to the DiNozzo line. Liv had jumped right up to use her brand new laptop to order tickets. She loved traveling, and knew the best way to get to DC. Before Nick could even register that his father was deciding for him, he was being pushed into his room to pack.
It had not always been this way. Between him and Tony, anyway. The elder Anthony had always said things and had them done. It was part of being the family patriarch.
He could remember the day Tony was born. Mary had been overjoyed to welcome another son. She had always wanted a large family. He was of the opinion that one or two was enough. Fate would make him win that particular battle, though years later he wished he hadn’t. But that day he had figured he had his two sons, and perhaps a daughter in a few years and that would be a nice sized family. Their oldest son Alex had been eagerly awaiting his baby brother.
Tony had been named after both his grandparents. It was part tradition (Nick was named after his own grandfather) and part honorific (Mary’s father David had died a short time before Tony’s birth). He had been a very social baby. Always happy when there were people in the room. It seemed that never changed, though he had a feeling that his son had inherited his ability to have two versions of himself. The one you allow everyone else to see, and the way you are when you are alone or with close friends.
However, when Tony was almost a year old, tragedy stuck, and their happy family radically changed. When their oldest son died, Mary seemed to die with him. She refused to talk about him, not even to Tony. In fact, he was pretty sure Tony wasn’t even aware he had an older brother. She started drinking to numb the pain. At first it was barely noticeable, but as the years went on she got worse. Tony never seemed to notice, till he was about ten and her heath started to be effected by the amount of alcohol she had consumed over the past 11 years. By the time Tony was twelve, Mary had died of heart failure. Ironic, considering Alex had died because of heart condition.
Unlike his wife, he hadn’t turned to alcohol till much later. His way of dealing with it was to be overly cautious with his youngest son. It probably did more to alienate his son than anything else. He brought him on his civil war trips, trips to the office. He watched his son like a hawk.
When his wife died, he then started to self-medicate with the alcohol. Never to the extent that his wife went, but he certainly was not a casual consumer. He started to marry woman who were simply interested in him. The emotions that had guided his first marriage were not involved in any of his subsequent marriages. In fact, almost all of them ended in divorce. One of his wives was an older woman who died after a few years. Only one of the other four still kept in contact with him. Sherri had probably been the best choice out of all his marriages post Mary. She had gotten him to loosen up on Tony, and let him start living his own life.
So here they were, with Tony starting his own family and he was being forced by his father to go see his son. Who didn’t want to see him or even tell him when he was dying of the plague. Whose girlfriend or fiancée or whatever she was probably had heard every horror story. Hell, if you listened to Ben, Tony considered his boss more a father figure then Nick.
Nick was brought out of his thoughts when Anthony smacked his shin with his cane. The cane was purely for looks, the elder DiNozzo did not need it. And it hurt.
“What?”
“You were brooding. It won’t help you to look at the past son.”
“I don’t see why we need to go down there. Tony is fully capable of handling the situation.”
“It is my duty as father of this family to look over the person who is entering our family. She needs to be a strong woman. Someone able to keep up with the men.” Nick bit back a retort. He knew exactly what Anthony meant by ‘a strong woman’. Anthony had not held back his opinion of Mary. He wanted his grandson to marry someone who was stronger. Someone who could handle things better then Mary did.
Since Anthony had never lost a child, he wasn’t sure his father could really talk there. But he was right in the keeping up with Tony part. His son did not need a wife who would blindly let him do what he wanted. He had married such woman. Tony needed someone who could stand up to him, who would rein him in, and vice versa.
Nick knew well enough that sometimes having a fight was better than never fighting at all.
~*~
Natasha Todd loved all her children. She had wanted a large and happy family, and that is what she got. Three sons and three daughters. They now lived scattered across the country, only her eldest Mitchell living within visiting distance. Her second oldest Adam lived in California as a computer forensic specialist. Grace lived in New York, and Tasha was never quite sure what it was that she did. She got letters, and emails once and awhile enough to know the big things, like both her weddings and divorces.
Tasha had not been happy to hear of those, but it helped not to know much about the men that had married her daughter. Nor why she had left them.
Then there was Caitlyn who lived in DC, and was currently beside her going through a rack of maternity shirts. She was far from ready for them, but Tasha figured there was no time like the present to at least look around. Better to be prepared.
Her two youngest, twins Jackson and Calleigh, lived in Miami. Calleigh was a journalist with a Miami paper while Jackson worked as a graphic designer for one of the firms there. Calleigh was going through a divorce. Unlike with Grace, Tasha had met Vincent Esposito. Vinny had been a nice boy. It broke Tasha’s heart to hear about the divorce.
What was it with her girls and not sticking to their marriages? She had been happily married for 15 years before her husband took his life, and she couldn’t understand why no one seemed to have the will or the desire to keep a marriage working.
Caitlin had surprised her. Out of all her children, Caitlin had been the most likely to stay true to the values she had brought her children up to believe in. Yet, it was clear that Caitlin had no intention of marrying the father of her unborn child. However, Natasha was going to be there for at least a week. A lot of things could change in that amount of time.
She had met her daughter’s significant other briefly the other day. She had had a brief conversation with him when he stopped for lunch from his investigation. She made her opinion clear on the fact they were unmarried. Tony had reassured her he didn’t intend for that to always be the case. But she hadn’t gotten anything towards them getting married before they had the baby.
She spent most of the day trying to stay out of the way as Timothy (the nice co-worker of Caitlin’s that had picked her up) and the others worked to catch the bastard who had tried to kill her daughter and who had succeeded in killing someone else’s.
Her heart went out to Rebecca Stanton’s mother. No mother should have to bury their own child. And she knew it was not right, but part of her wished the man who killed her rotted in Hell.
No one threatened her children.
NCIS had been an experience. She got to see her daughter’s workplace. It was full of hardworking people, some who had stopped and said hello to her when they learned that Kate was her daughter.
She had sat at Kat’s desk and watched as Jethro and Timothy and a nice young woman named Abby worked on catching the bad guy. She had watched as a pretty woman with flowing red hair oversaw the operation with air of confidence…and only slightly hidden nervousness.
She wondered about Anthony. Her daughter had talked about him a great deal in the past two years, but nothing to give her mother a hint as to the fact they were romantically involved. She knew her daughter felt something for this man, but he’s feelings for her were harder to see. She knew that Kate had said he was a bit of a playboy. She hoped he wasn’t still acting in such a manner. If he was, she would have to speak with him. No one played around with her daughter’s heart. And she wouldn’t allow her grandchild to be given such an example.
“What do you think of this one, Mom?” She turned and smiled at her daughter who was currently holding up a black top with thin straps that looked quite pretty. “I could wear it at work.”
“You are still planning on going back to work?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“You got shot at!” She knew it was pointless to argue with her daughter as to her occupation. She had tried that several years ago when Kate had told her she wanted to be a secret service agent. She had tried it even earlier when Kate dropped out of Law school to go into law enforcement instead.
“That doesn’t happen all that often, Mom,” Kate pointed out with a sigh. Tasha had heard this before.
“I would think you would at least go on leave to the baby is born.”
“I will, in a few months. Probably the last couple of months till a month or two after the baby is born. Don’t worry mom. I doubt Gibbs will let me do anything dangerous. I’m fully capable of doing my job right now.”
“You never were cautious were you,” Tasha said with a fond smile towards her daughter. “Now where are these boots your friend was talking about?” Kate pointed towards the shoe section and Tasha made her way there. She found the shoes, and a gorgeous pair of red heels she knew she had to get for herself. They were really comfortable. As she was walking out she noticed a man walking up to her daughter, who was now shopping in the front of the store. As he neared she recognized him as her daughter’s boyfriend. She hit behind the rack of shoes, so that she could see them without them noticing that she was watching and allowed them some time alone.
They didn’t kiss or anything that would be considered a public display of affection. Given the things her daughter had told her about the ‘rules’ and such, they were probably used to keeping their relationship in private. But they certainly weren’t standing that far apart, and she could tell they cared for each other. It was in the way they stood, and the way they were looking at each other.
She could still remember her and her husband being like that. Just comfortable in one another’s presence. She missed that. She picked up her shoe boxes and went to greet Tony.
“I found the best shoes,” she stated to announce herself as she got closer. Her daughter moved a step back, allowing more room between herself and Tony, but he didn’t move at all, just giving Tasha a grin that had she been a little younger she might have fought her daughter for. Tasha said nothing but couldn’t hide a smile at their behavior.
~*~
When they arrived at the airport, Ben was waiting with an expression on his face that he wished he had never spoken a word about the new development in his cousin’s life. Nick almost felt sorry for his nephew. Ben had one of those personalities that were hard to find in the world. He was easy going, and almost always honest. He was a good boy, and one of Nick’s favorites amongst his nieces and nephews.
“Tony said he’d met us for dinner. He has to deal with a few things at work today. Kate and her mother will be joining us as well, so you’ll get to met her.”
“Good. It is always a good way to see a person by meeting their families.” Nick didn’t say anything to his father’s comment, but he shared a glance with his sister. If someone judged their children by their family, the family would never be allowed anywhere.
Especially if they knew the hijinx that he and Liv got up to when they were teenagers.
Ben drove them to a local hotel, and Nick was quite happy to step into his room. His father had a room down the hall, and Olivia was going to stay at the house with Ben and Amy. They were going to go through the stuff there and see what they could do about it. Apparently Tony finally wanted to make use of it as something besides a place to put his relatives when they visited the capital.
He sighed and looked out the water at the busy streets below. He was more and more sure that he should have just stayed home.
~*~
“It will be nice to meet your parents, Anthony,” Tasha stated as she got into the car. She had given them directions to the house she was staying at and Kate and Tony had come around to pick her up around 7 for dinner with Tony’s family. Tony looked like he was walking on Death row and Kate was holding his hand looking only slightly less nervous.
“I hope you still feel that way afterwards,” Tony stated. “My family can be overpowering sometimes.”
“I am the mother of six children. Trust me, I can handle overpowering.” She squeezed his shoulder before buckling in her seat in the back. “Where are we going?”
“This Italian place a few miles outside of town called Angelo’s. Kate and I had reservations for tonight anyway, and luckily I didn’t cancel so I just called ahead and let them know the number had increased to eight. “
“They make the best bruschetta, Mom,” Kate said turning her head to see her mother better. “I’ve tried to get them to give me the recipe to send to you, but they claim is a family secret.”
“Most of the best recipes are.” They continued to talk about the restaurant and some of the sites along the way that Kate pointed out till they reached their destination. Tony remained silent most of the time, but as they got nearer, he had started to relax. He had even started to smile when Kate retold a funny story about a case where Timothy had gotten pushed into a pool at a park they passed.
They got out of the car, and walked toward the entrance. Apparently the DiNozzos had already arrived and were settled so the host showed them to a small room in the back that had been provided for the family. She saw three men of various ages, as well as a middle aged woman and a younger woman, perhaps in her mid to late twenties.
The three men stood as they entered. The eldest she assumed was Anthony DiNozzo, Tony’s grandfather. Like his grandson (and his son, as she assumed the middle aged man to be) he still had good looks and must have been a heartbreaker in his heyday. She smiled as he introduced himself and his daughter Olivia. Next to introduce himself was Benito (who preferred to be called Ben) and his wife Amy. Finally she was introduced to Nicholas DiNozzo.
“Natasha Todd,” she stated holding out her hand. He took it with a smile and shook it.
“Nick DiNozzo. It is a pleasure to meet you Natasha.” She smiled back.
“Likewise, and its Tasha.”
Fandom: NCIS
Genre: Romance/Friendship/Adventure
Rating: PG-13, T
Pairing: Kate/Tony, Abby/McGee, Jenny/Gibbs, Ziva/OC
Spoilers: Seasons 1 & 2 in particular. Season 3 sparingly.
Warnings: AUness, Babyfic
Summery: Kate has alot of adjusting to do. This includes a loss of a friend, a new relationship, a new team member, and a few other life changing events
Previous Chapters.
I know I said we'd get back to Kate's POV, but I decided to give Nick & Tasha a chapter to show their POV. Most of what I have about Tony's parents and his childhood is taken from hints from the show (which are few) and some creative license.
Chapter 8: A Parent’s Worry
Nicholas DiNozzo had long since realized that he would never win the ‘father of the year’ award. He loved his son, and wanted the best for him. And it hurt when he found out important developments in his son’s life not from Tony himself, but from Ben, or Olivia. He also knew that Tony would not really want to see him right now.
It wasn’t actually his idea to come. It was his own father’s, the first Anthony DiNozzo. He had decided that the family would gather in DC, since Liv’s son Benito and his wife were already there. They could see who this woman was who was going to be adding to the DiNozzo line. Liv had jumped right up to use her brand new laptop to order tickets. She loved traveling, and knew the best way to get to DC. Before Nick could even register that his father was deciding for him, he was being pushed into his room to pack.
It had not always been this way. Between him and Tony, anyway. The elder Anthony had always said things and had them done. It was part of being the family patriarch.
He could remember the day Tony was born. Mary had been overjoyed to welcome another son. She had always wanted a large family. He was of the opinion that one or two was enough. Fate would make him win that particular battle, though years later he wished he hadn’t. But that day he had figured he had his two sons, and perhaps a daughter in a few years and that would be a nice sized family. Their oldest son Alex had been eagerly awaiting his baby brother.
Tony had been named after both his grandparents. It was part tradition (Nick was named after his own grandfather) and part honorific (Mary’s father David had died a short time before Tony’s birth). He had been a very social baby. Always happy when there were people in the room. It seemed that never changed, though he had a feeling that his son had inherited his ability to have two versions of himself. The one you allow everyone else to see, and the way you are when you are alone or with close friends.
However, when Tony was almost a year old, tragedy stuck, and their happy family radically changed. When their oldest son died, Mary seemed to die with him. She refused to talk about him, not even to Tony. In fact, he was pretty sure Tony wasn’t even aware he had an older brother. She started drinking to numb the pain. At first it was barely noticeable, but as the years went on she got worse. Tony never seemed to notice, till he was about ten and her heath started to be effected by the amount of alcohol she had consumed over the past 11 years. By the time Tony was twelve, Mary had died of heart failure. Ironic, considering Alex had died because of heart condition.
Unlike his wife, he hadn’t turned to alcohol till much later. His way of dealing with it was to be overly cautious with his youngest son. It probably did more to alienate his son than anything else. He brought him on his civil war trips, trips to the office. He watched his son like a hawk.
When his wife died, he then started to self-medicate with the alcohol. Never to the extent that his wife went, but he certainly was not a casual consumer. He started to marry woman who were simply interested in him. The emotions that had guided his first marriage were not involved in any of his subsequent marriages. In fact, almost all of them ended in divorce. One of his wives was an older woman who died after a few years. Only one of the other four still kept in contact with him. Sherri had probably been the best choice out of all his marriages post Mary. She had gotten him to loosen up on Tony, and let him start living his own life.
So here they were, with Tony starting his own family and he was being forced by his father to go see his son. Who didn’t want to see him or even tell him when he was dying of the plague. Whose girlfriend or fiancée or whatever she was probably had heard every horror story. Hell, if you listened to Ben, Tony considered his boss more a father figure then Nick.
Nick was brought out of his thoughts when Anthony smacked his shin with his cane. The cane was purely for looks, the elder DiNozzo did not need it. And it hurt.
“What?”
“You were brooding. It won’t help you to look at the past son.”
“I don’t see why we need to go down there. Tony is fully capable of handling the situation.”
“It is my duty as father of this family to look over the person who is entering our family. She needs to be a strong woman. Someone able to keep up with the men.” Nick bit back a retort. He knew exactly what Anthony meant by ‘a strong woman’. Anthony had not held back his opinion of Mary. He wanted his grandson to marry someone who was stronger. Someone who could handle things better then Mary did.
Since Anthony had never lost a child, he wasn’t sure his father could really talk there. But he was right in the keeping up with Tony part. His son did not need a wife who would blindly let him do what he wanted. He had married such woman. Tony needed someone who could stand up to him, who would rein him in, and vice versa.
Nick knew well enough that sometimes having a fight was better than never fighting at all.
~*~
Natasha Todd loved all her children. She had wanted a large and happy family, and that is what she got. Three sons and three daughters. They now lived scattered across the country, only her eldest Mitchell living within visiting distance. Her second oldest Adam lived in California as a computer forensic specialist. Grace lived in New York, and Tasha was never quite sure what it was that she did. She got letters, and emails once and awhile enough to know the big things, like both her weddings and divorces.
Tasha had not been happy to hear of those, but it helped not to know much about the men that had married her daughter. Nor why she had left them.
Then there was Caitlyn who lived in DC, and was currently beside her going through a rack of maternity shirts. She was far from ready for them, but Tasha figured there was no time like the present to at least look around. Better to be prepared.
Her two youngest, twins Jackson and Calleigh, lived in Miami. Calleigh was a journalist with a Miami paper while Jackson worked as a graphic designer for one of the firms there. Calleigh was going through a divorce. Unlike with Grace, Tasha had met Vincent Esposito. Vinny had been a nice boy. It broke Tasha’s heart to hear about the divorce.
What was it with her girls and not sticking to their marriages? She had been happily married for 15 years before her husband took his life, and she couldn’t understand why no one seemed to have the will or the desire to keep a marriage working.
Caitlin had surprised her. Out of all her children, Caitlin had been the most likely to stay true to the values she had brought her children up to believe in. Yet, it was clear that Caitlin had no intention of marrying the father of her unborn child. However, Natasha was going to be there for at least a week. A lot of things could change in that amount of time.
She had met her daughter’s significant other briefly the other day. She had had a brief conversation with him when he stopped for lunch from his investigation. She made her opinion clear on the fact they were unmarried. Tony had reassured her he didn’t intend for that to always be the case. But she hadn’t gotten anything towards them getting married before they had the baby.
She spent most of the day trying to stay out of the way as Timothy (the nice co-worker of Caitlin’s that had picked her up) and the others worked to catch the bastard who had tried to kill her daughter and who had succeeded in killing someone else’s.
Her heart went out to Rebecca Stanton’s mother. No mother should have to bury their own child. And she knew it was not right, but part of her wished the man who killed her rotted in Hell.
No one threatened her children.
NCIS had been an experience. She got to see her daughter’s workplace. It was full of hardworking people, some who had stopped and said hello to her when they learned that Kate was her daughter.
She had sat at Kat’s desk and watched as Jethro and Timothy and a nice young woman named Abby worked on catching the bad guy. She had watched as a pretty woman with flowing red hair oversaw the operation with air of confidence…and only slightly hidden nervousness.
She wondered about Anthony. Her daughter had talked about him a great deal in the past two years, but nothing to give her mother a hint as to the fact they were romantically involved. She knew her daughter felt something for this man, but he’s feelings for her were harder to see. She knew that Kate had said he was a bit of a playboy. She hoped he wasn’t still acting in such a manner. If he was, she would have to speak with him. No one played around with her daughter’s heart. And she wouldn’t allow her grandchild to be given such an example.
“What do you think of this one, Mom?” She turned and smiled at her daughter who was currently holding up a black top with thin straps that looked quite pretty. “I could wear it at work.”
“You are still planning on going back to work?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“You got shot at!” She knew it was pointless to argue with her daughter as to her occupation. She had tried that several years ago when Kate had told her she wanted to be a secret service agent. She had tried it even earlier when Kate dropped out of Law school to go into law enforcement instead.
“That doesn’t happen all that often, Mom,” Kate pointed out with a sigh. Tasha had heard this before.
“I would think you would at least go on leave to the baby is born.”
“I will, in a few months. Probably the last couple of months till a month or two after the baby is born. Don’t worry mom. I doubt Gibbs will let me do anything dangerous. I’m fully capable of doing my job right now.”
“You never were cautious were you,” Tasha said with a fond smile towards her daughter. “Now where are these boots your friend was talking about?” Kate pointed towards the shoe section and Tasha made her way there. She found the shoes, and a gorgeous pair of red heels she knew she had to get for herself. They were really comfortable. As she was walking out she noticed a man walking up to her daughter, who was now shopping in the front of the store. As he neared she recognized him as her daughter’s boyfriend. She hit behind the rack of shoes, so that she could see them without them noticing that she was watching and allowed them some time alone.
They didn’t kiss or anything that would be considered a public display of affection. Given the things her daughter had told her about the ‘rules’ and such, they were probably used to keeping their relationship in private. But they certainly weren’t standing that far apart, and she could tell they cared for each other. It was in the way they stood, and the way they were looking at each other.
She could still remember her and her husband being like that. Just comfortable in one another’s presence. She missed that. She picked up her shoe boxes and went to greet Tony.
“I found the best shoes,” she stated to announce herself as she got closer. Her daughter moved a step back, allowing more room between herself and Tony, but he didn’t move at all, just giving Tasha a grin that had she been a little younger she might have fought her daughter for. Tasha said nothing but couldn’t hide a smile at their behavior.
~*~
When they arrived at the airport, Ben was waiting with an expression on his face that he wished he had never spoken a word about the new development in his cousin’s life. Nick almost felt sorry for his nephew. Ben had one of those personalities that were hard to find in the world. He was easy going, and almost always honest. He was a good boy, and one of Nick’s favorites amongst his nieces and nephews.
“Tony said he’d met us for dinner. He has to deal with a few things at work today. Kate and her mother will be joining us as well, so you’ll get to met her.”
“Good. It is always a good way to see a person by meeting their families.” Nick didn’t say anything to his father’s comment, but he shared a glance with his sister. If someone judged their children by their family, the family would never be allowed anywhere.
Especially if they knew the hijinx that he and Liv got up to when they were teenagers.
Ben drove them to a local hotel, and Nick was quite happy to step into his room. His father had a room down the hall, and Olivia was going to stay at the house with Ben and Amy. They were going to go through the stuff there and see what they could do about it. Apparently Tony finally wanted to make use of it as something besides a place to put his relatives when they visited the capital.
He sighed and looked out the water at the busy streets below. He was more and more sure that he should have just stayed home.
~*~
“It will be nice to meet your parents, Anthony,” Tasha stated as she got into the car. She had given them directions to the house she was staying at and Kate and Tony had come around to pick her up around 7 for dinner with Tony’s family. Tony looked like he was walking on Death row and Kate was holding his hand looking only slightly less nervous.
“I hope you still feel that way afterwards,” Tony stated. “My family can be overpowering sometimes.”
“I am the mother of six children. Trust me, I can handle overpowering.” She squeezed his shoulder before buckling in her seat in the back. “Where are we going?”
“This Italian place a few miles outside of town called Angelo’s. Kate and I had reservations for tonight anyway, and luckily I didn’t cancel so I just called ahead and let them know the number had increased to eight. “
“They make the best bruschetta, Mom,” Kate said turning her head to see her mother better. “I’ve tried to get them to give me the recipe to send to you, but they claim is a family secret.”
“Most of the best recipes are.” They continued to talk about the restaurant and some of the sites along the way that Kate pointed out till they reached their destination. Tony remained silent most of the time, but as they got nearer, he had started to relax. He had even started to smile when Kate retold a funny story about a case where Timothy had gotten pushed into a pool at a park they passed.
They got out of the car, and walked toward the entrance. Apparently the DiNozzos had already arrived and were settled so the host showed them to a small room in the back that had been provided for the family. She saw three men of various ages, as well as a middle aged woman and a younger woman, perhaps in her mid to late twenties.
The three men stood as they entered. The eldest she assumed was Anthony DiNozzo, Tony’s grandfather. Like his grandson (and his son, as she assumed the middle aged man to be) he still had good looks and must have been a heartbreaker in his heyday. She smiled as he introduced himself and his daughter Olivia. Next to introduce himself was Benito (who preferred to be called Ben) and his wife Amy. Finally she was introduced to Nicholas DiNozzo.
“Natasha Todd,” she stated holding out her hand. He took it with a smile and shook it.
“Nick DiNozzo. It is a pleasure to meet you Natasha.” She smiled back.
“Likewise, and its Tasha.”