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Title: "Inheritance: Chapter Two"
Author: abe16kidbosco
Word Count: 1,090
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. :)
Gibbs smirked and cocked his head. He knew they had more than 'nothing' to talk about. He also knew that Tony was just as stubborn as he was, so he knew better than to force him into doing something he didn't want to do.
Tony never blinked, his focus still on the lights. The rest of the 'ride' was silent. Gibbs backed himself into a rear corner of the elevator, studying the man in front of him. He knew Tony would come around when he was ready.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the elevator dinged at their floor and Tony made a quick exit. "I need some air," he said aloud, not really directing it towards Gibbs.
"Make it fast, DiNozzo. Got work to do." Gibbs watched as Tony swiftly expunged himself from the building, then Gibbs made his way down to Abby's Lab.
As Gibbs approached the doorway, he winced at the noise emerging from her workspace.
"Abby," he called out. When she didn't answer, he repeated himself a little louder. Still acquiring no answer, he screamed her name. "ABBY!"
"Gibbs!" She exclaimed, bouncing over to lower the volume on her stereo. "Listen, I know you were expecting results, and my babies have been working hard all day, but they haven't gotten any hits yet and I keep telling them that they need to work harder and that you've been waiting and,--" Gibbs cut her off.
"Abby!" He waited for her to become mute before continuing. "I'm not here for results right now, Abs."
"Well, then, what are you here for, Gibbs?"
Gibbs leaned over her shoulder, his mouth close to her ear, his voice lowered to a whisper, "DiNozzo's father’s upstairs and I want to know why."
"Tony's father? He's," she paused, then pointed to the floor with one finger, "here?"
"Yeah, Abs. Tried to give DiNozzo an inheritance check. Need you to find out why."
"What does Tony have to say about it?" Now, she was truly concerned.
"We'll worry about that later, but right now, you need to focus on helping me find answers."
"Answers to what?" A third voice interjected. Both Gibbs and Abby turned their attention to the doorway.
"Director!" Abby acknowledged, saluting him in true Abby fashion.
Vance nodded, "Ms. Sciuto." He turned towards Gibbs. "This isn't another one of your special assignments, is it, Agent Gibbs?"
"If it was, you really think I'd tell you, Leon?"
"If you knew what was in your best interest, you would," the Director snarked. "Anything you'd like to fill me in on, Agent Gibbs?"
"No, not really."
"Then, you'll surely contact me if you come across something that I should be aware of..."
"Always," Gibbs smirked, cocking his head slightly.
With perfect timing, Director Vance's cell phone rang and he shook his head, leaving the lab. Gibbs waited until he disappeared, then turned his attention back to Abby.
"You find anything, you call me, and you don't utter a word about this to anyone. Clear?"
"Crystal," Abby nodded.
"Good." He softly kissed her cheek, then headed back upstairs.
Meanwhile, Tony had been outside, trying to lay low, taking a breather. He couldn't understand just why his father had shown up, especially with the check, but he was determined to connect the dots. There was something missing and it was eating at him that he couldn't figure out what exactly it was.
Tony sat on a large rock under a nearby tree, his head bowed, hands intertwined, twiddling his thumbs. He blew out a breath, and that's when he saw the shadow of a figure standing before him. He looked up at the man.
"You okay?" McGee asked.
"I'm fine, McConcerned."
"Sure about that? It's freezing out here and you don't even have a jacket on."
"I said I'm fine, Probie!" Tony snapped, then apologized with his eyes. "Just needed some air."
McGee took a seat on the rock next to him, offering him a Styrofoam cup. "Thought you might be cold," the younger agent smiled.
"Thanks." Tony lifted the lid, inhaling the scent. "Three sugars and a hazelnut?"
"Come on, Tony. Do you really think I'd bring you anything else?"
Tony refrained from making a comical remark, but patted the other agent on the shoulder. "You're a good man, McGee."
McGee couldn't help but smile proudly. "So, how are you holdin' up?"
"I'm fine," Tony shrugged. "Confused, but I'm okay." He wasn't okay, but he wasn't about to admit that to McGee.
"Anything I can do to help?"
Tony glared at him. "Unlike you, McWuss, I fight my own battles. My father's obviously here for a reason."
"You don't know why?"
"If I did, I wouldn't have been out here, alone, trying to figure it out."
"So, you want me to leave then?"
Tony wasn't sure what he wanted at the moment. Part of him wanted McGee to stay, and the other part of him needed time to sort everything out by himself.
"Yeah, McGee. I do."
McGee didn't take offense. If he were in Tony's shoes, he'd probably do the same thing. "If you need anything--"
Tony cut him off, "Yeah, McGee, I got it. I'll call."
"Tony, I'll be right inside. You don't have to call."
"Right. Don't you have work to do?"
McGee nodded and sighed as he walked away, stopping at the entrance to observe the senior agent momentarily before going back inside.
Ziva had been keeping the elder DiNozzo company in the Squad Room. "What brings you here, Mr. DiNozzo?"
"My son," was all that he replied.
"What does Tony have to do with your appearance?"
"What doesn't Anthony have to do with my presence here?" Ziva cocked her head as the man spoke. He had a point.
"Is there something that we should know about?"
"Anthony knows. Anthony knows a little too much. If he knows better, he'd know to keep his mouth shut."
"So, you are saying that we should speak with Tony then?"
"I'm not saying a word."
"You don't have to," Gibbs interjected. DiNozzo tensed and Gibbs could sense it. "We know why you're here. If you knew better? You'd make a run for it while ya've still got the chance."
"I'm not finished with my son."
"The hell ya aren't," Gibbs retorted, meeting the man’s eyes with a mutual glare.
"Don't think I won't return, Agent Gibbs."
"I'll be waiting," Gibbs replied with a snark, satisfied as he watched the man exit, then speed off, from the window.
"Where's DiNozzo?" Gibbs questioned.
CHAPTER ONE
Author: abe16kidbosco
Word Count: 1,090
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. :)
Gibbs smirked and cocked his head. He knew they had more than 'nothing' to talk about. He also knew that Tony was just as stubborn as he was, so he knew better than to force him into doing something he didn't want to do.
Tony never blinked, his focus still on the lights. The rest of the 'ride' was silent. Gibbs backed himself into a rear corner of the elevator, studying the man in front of him. He knew Tony would come around when he was ready.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the elevator dinged at their floor and Tony made a quick exit. "I need some air," he said aloud, not really directing it towards Gibbs.
"Make it fast, DiNozzo. Got work to do." Gibbs watched as Tony swiftly expunged himself from the building, then Gibbs made his way down to Abby's Lab.
As Gibbs approached the doorway, he winced at the noise emerging from her workspace.
"Abby," he called out. When she didn't answer, he repeated himself a little louder. Still acquiring no answer, he screamed her name. "ABBY!"
"Gibbs!" She exclaimed, bouncing over to lower the volume on her stereo. "Listen, I know you were expecting results, and my babies have been working hard all day, but they haven't gotten any hits yet and I keep telling them that they need to work harder and that you've been waiting and,--" Gibbs cut her off.
"Abby!" He waited for her to become mute before continuing. "I'm not here for results right now, Abs."
"Well, then, what are you here for, Gibbs?"
Gibbs leaned over her shoulder, his mouth close to her ear, his voice lowered to a whisper, "DiNozzo's father’s upstairs and I want to know why."
"Tony's father? He's," she paused, then pointed to the floor with one finger, "here?"
"Yeah, Abs. Tried to give DiNozzo an inheritance check. Need you to find out why."
"What does Tony have to say about it?" Now, she was truly concerned.
"We'll worry about that later, but right now, you need to focus on helping me find answers."
"Answers to what?" A third voice interjected. Both Gibbs and Abby turned their attention to the doorway.
"Director!" Abby acknowledged, saluting him in true Abby fashion.
Vance nodded, "Ms. Sciuto." He turned towards Gibbs. "This isn't another one of your special assignments, is it, Agent Gibbs?"
"If it was, you really think I'd tell you, Leon?"
"If you knew what was in your best interest, you would," the Director snarked. "Anything you'd like to fill me in on, Agent Gibbs?"
"No, not really."
"Then, you'll surely contact me if you come across something that I should be aware of..."
"Always," Gibbs smirked, cocking his head slightly.
With perfect timing, Director Vance's cell phone rang and he shook his head, leaving the lab. Gibbs waited until he disappeared, then turned his attention back to Abby.
"You find anything, you call me, and you don't utter a word about this to anyone. Clear?"
"Crystal," Abby nodded.
"Good." He softly kissed her cheek, then headed back upstairs.
Meanwhile, Tony had been outside, trying to lay low, taking a breather. He couldn't understand just why his father had shown up, especially with the check, but he was determined to connect the dots. There was something missing and it was eating at him that he couldn't figure out what exactly it was.
Tony sat on a large rock under a nearby tree, his head bowed, hands intertwined, twiddling his thumbs. He blew out a breath, and that's when he saw the shadow of a figure standing before him. He looked up at the man.
"You okay?" McGee asked.
"I'm fine, McConcerned."
"Sure about that? It's freezing out here and you don't even have a jacket on."
"I said I'm fine, Probie!" Tony snapped, then apologized with his eyes. "Just needed some air."
McGee took a seat on the rock next to him, offering him a Styrofoam cup. "Thought you might be cold," the younger agent smiled.
"Thanks." Tony lifted the lid, inhaling the scent. "Three sugars and a hazelnut?"
"Come on, Tony. Do you really think I'd bring you anything else?"
Tony refrained from making a comical remark, but patted the other agent on the shoulder. "You're a good man, McGee."
McGee couldn't help but smile proudly. "So, how are you holdin' up?"
"I'm fine," Tony shrugged. "Confused, but I'm okay." He wasn't okay, but he wasn't about to admit that to McGee.
"Anything I can do to help?"
Tony glared at him. "Unlike you, McWuss, I fight my own battles. My father's obviously here for a reason."
"You don't know why?"
"If I did, I wouldn't have been out here, alone, trying to figure it out."
"So, you want me to leave then?"
Tony wasn't sure what he wanted at the moment. Part of him wanted McGee to stay, and the other part of him needed time to sort everything out by himself.
"Yeah, McGee. I do."
McGee didn't take offense. If he were in Tony's shoes, he'd probably do the same thing. "If you need anything--"
Tony cut him off, "Yeah, McGee, I got it. I'll call."
"Tony, I'll be right inside. You don't have to call."
"Right. Don't you have work to do?"
McGee nodded and sighed as he walked away, stopping at the entrance to observe the senior agent momentarily before going back inside.
Ziva had been keeping the elder DiNozzo company in the Squad Room. "What brings you here, Mr. DiNozzo?"
"My son," was all that he replied.
"What does Tony have to do with your appearance?"
"What doesn't Anthony have to do with my presence here?" Ziva cocked her head as the man spoke. He had a point.
"Is there something that we should know about?"
"Anthony knows. Anthony knows a little too much. If he knows better, he'd know to keep his mouth shut."
"So, you are saying that we should speak with Tony then?"
"I'm not saying a word."
"You don't have to," Gibbs interjected. DiNozzo tensed and Gibbs could sense it. "We know why you're here. If you knew better? You'd make a run for it while ya've still got the chance."
"I'm not finished with my son."
"The hell ya aren't," Gibbs retorted, meeting the man’s eyes with a mutual glare.
"Don't think I won't return, Agent Gibbs."
"I'll be waiting," Gibbs replied with a snark, satisfied as he watched the man exit, then speed off, from the window.
"Where's DiNozzo?" Gibbs questioned.
CHAPTER ONE