Well this is my first proper attempt at an NCIS fanfiction...I've only ever written NCIS as part of a crossover before (for anyone reading that, it'll be updated very soon!). There are some notes I'd like to add, but I really need to wait until I'm a couple of chapters in!
One note though - the thing about Tony playing at a piano bar has been borrowed from about four or five fanfics I've read...forgive me but I can't remember which fics and authors, so if anyone has any idea, please let me know so I can credit them with the idea :)
Anyway, I really hope you like this story, please R&R!
The Lost Boys - Chapter One
It was a sunny late summer's morning in Washington D.C., and in one suburban apartment block a certain federal agent had been hard at work for hours making real a dream he'd had for several years.
Tony took a step back, wiping away the fine sheen of sweat on his forehead in triumph as he stepped back to admire all his hard work. After a moment he grinned a let out a little chuckle as he moved forward to sit on the piano stool.
Ever since that day he and Ziva had been stuck together in that shipping crate Tony had had the notion to buy a piano. Realising that it was silly of him to buy one when he could barely remember how to play, he'd started frequenting a piano bar just a few blocks from his apartment. At first he only played when the place was empty, when there was nobody about to hear all his mistakes. But once he'd began to improve he would play even when there were people about, and as his confidence and his ability grew, he began to play to bigger audiences, even when the bar was full on a Saturday night. One night he thought his secret passion had been uncovered when he'd seen Jimmy sitting in the audience, but he'd manage to persuade the trainee ME to keep quiet. It was no small coincidence however that Ducky turned up at the bar the following weekend and told him his secret was safe. Ducky and Jimmy, who were themselves talented musicians finally persuaded him that he should buy a piano, and that it wouldn't be a waste, so after two years of saving (it would have been one if cousin Crispian hadn't demanded all that money from him), he was now the proud owner of a grand piano...
...Which now took up his entire spare room.
The delivery men had promptly left after hoisting the thing up the side of the building and had left Tony to sort out where he was going to put both the piano and all his furniture. Tony's solution had been to push the piano into the centre of the room and to jam all the furniture right up against the walls. Of course, Tony took little notice of this as he sat down to play, his fingers hovering over the ivory keys...
Growling to himself he got up and left the room, carefully closing the door behind him. He made his way down the hall and opened the door.
"Can I help you?" Tony said upon seeing a nervous young man with a Marine buzz-cut standing on the landing.
"Uh, yes Sir...Are you Special Agent Anthony Dario DiNozzo jr?"
"Yes," Tony was suspicious of the man's use of his full name and title so when the man only nodded in response, Tony continued, "is there a problem?"
"Well you see uhm...I uh – I don't usually babble like this – It's just that," he stopped, seemingly trying to collect his thoughts.
"My name's Lance Corporal Logan McKenzie US Marine Corps and well...there's no easy way to say this so I'm just going to have to come right out and say it."
Tony looked at the nervous man standing before him. There was something very familiar about him, but he couldn't figure out what it was, and it was beginning to unnerve him.
"Well Corporal?" Tony had a feeling he wasn't going to like what the young man would say.
The young Marine sucked up a breath, preparing to tell Tony why he was here...
"You're my dad."
Well that was the very short chapter one!
Hope you enjoyed it, please let me know :)