MOMENTS IN TIME

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Just an idea I had cause I'm a dork. NCIS belongs to Donald P. Bellisario. This is a prequel fic to what will eventually be a Tony/Kate retelling of NCIS.

HAWAII-TONY IS TWELVE-YEARS OLD

I can't believe he left me here, Tony thought. He had been by himself for two days now even though the old man had promised that they'd be spending time together. And then he had gone off on some sort of business deal. The preteen let out a snort. Business deal. Right. The old man had probably noticed a pretty face or someone to con. And he was in this hotel by himself. Well…at least the room had a beautiful view. In fact, why not go exploring? Yeah, that sounded good. His stomach grumbled. Crap. He needed food. That settled it. With that, he grabbed the hotel key, put it in his pants pocket, and headed out. While this was going on, Jeanne Benoit was exploring the property. These business deals of Papa's are so boring. So glad he agreed to let Francesco watch me for a while, she thought to herself. And she didn't like the smarmy smile of the man her father had met a couple of days ago, especially since he had introduced himself as "the real Anthony DiNozzo" as if that was supposed to impress them. Her father was not a man who was easily impressed. Her eyes flickered as she continued on. Presently, she saw a boy around her age, edging towards one of the food carts, sneaking one of the produce. Looks like he hasn't eaten in a couple of days, she thought to herself. Making a quick decision, she went up to the cart, placing money on it, causing the boy to turn.

"You're dressed quite impeccably. Why steal the food?" she wondered.

"The old man left me in our room two days ago to make a deal with someone named Benoit," he replied, mispronouncing the name.

"Benoit," she corrected, giving him the French pronunciation.

"How did you-" he started to ask.

"He's my father and he won't be very pleased to hear about this," she responded.

"No, no, no, no, no! If the old man finds out I'm complaining, he'll kill me!" he cried, his eyes widening. And things are going well. I don't want to be hurt again, he thought to himself. So he had been left alone. That was nothing new. At least he hadn't been smacked around this trip. But that could change if the girl complained.

"Okay, I won't tell," she promised. "You hungry? Francesco always makes too much for me and Papa."

"Yeah, that'd be great." With that, she led him away. "I'm Jeanne by the way."

"Jeanne Benoit. I like it." Tony wasn't sure why, but he had a feeling that things were looking up.