His Father's Son

Written by: Jeanniefan78/April

Author's Note: This story was written for proseac/Liz for the NFA WEE 2013 exchange. This story is a bit different from the stuff I'm used to writing and I got stuck a few times, but by the grace of God, I got unstuck and I had a blast writing this story. There could be some, what others might consider, "out of character" moments, but I did my best to keep in step with each character represented.

Prompt: "Senior dies of a massive heart attack, leaving Tony with grief he never expected feel, along with an administration nightmare. Tony's been named as executor, and while going through his father's papers, he finds evidence suggesting his mother didn't actually die-she disappeared. (Read into that what you will - did she run away, or was she abducted?) He goes on a quest to find her, and along the way, grapples with his conflicting emotions for his parents".

It had been a few years since Tony's father had come back into his life. During that time, Tony and Senior seemed to be developing a pretty decent relationship. It had been a bumpy road for both of them, but nothing could have prepared Tony for the wild ride he was about to take.

"Oh come on! Seriously?!," Tony whined.

"What?," McGee inquires.

"I just got an email saying that it's time for the annual sexual harassment lecture."

McGee chuckles and shakes his head.

"What are you laughing at, McSmarty Pants? I bet you got the same email!"

"So, what if I did? It doesn't do any good to whine about it."

Although he knew McGee was right, he wasn't about to let him know it. "You hate it as much as I do and you know it, Probie."

"You want some cheese with that whine, DiNozzo?" Gibbs had such a habit of appearing at just the right time.

"Oh hey, Boss. I was just telling McGee how much fun the sexual harassment lectures are."

McGee rolls his eyes.

"What do we have, DiNozzo?"

"Dawson's alibi checked out. His C.O. confirmed he was practicing war maneuvers all day."

"And the bank's security cameras shows that Corporal Stubblefield was at the bank at the time of the murders," Ziva adds.

Tony's cell phone starts ringing.

"DiNozzo… Yeah, that's me… Are you sure about that? I just spoke to my father last night and he was fine!… I see… Thank you for calling."

He hangs up the phone, but stands in place with a look of shock and worry on his face.

"DiNozzo," Gibbs inquires. "What's wrong?"

"It's uh… It's my father. He, uh… He's had a massive heart attack and he's not expected to make it."

"Oh, Tony…," Ziva says, extremely worried.

Tony looks over at Gibbs. "Boss, I need…"

"Go," Gibbs interrupts.

Tony quickly starts gathering his stuff to leave.

"Keep us posted."

"I will, Boss. Thanks." Tony quickly takes his leave.

. . . . . . . . . .

In a short amount of time, Tony finds himself in the air, on his way to New York City. A flight set to be just over an hour seemed to be taking an eternity.

"Can't this plane go any faster?," he thinks to himself.

As he gazes out the window, memories of his mother's passing come flooding back. He was only 8 years old at the time, but he remembers it vividly. Up until the time of his mother's passing, he and his father had had a good relationship. They always found time to talk and hang out together.

But that all changed when his mother died. His father became more and more distant and their relationship dwindled more and more as time went on.

Now his father was back in his life and things were looking up. Tony had to admit his father was really trying and if his father could make the effort, so could he.

And now, just as their relationship was getting better, this crisis had to happen. The thought of losing his father-really losing him, was starting to overwhelm him.

"Please, Dad. Don't do this to me," he says under his breath, still gazing out the window. "Please don't leave me."

Suddenly, he is startled by the intercom on the plane.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we're fixing to begin our final decent into New York City. Please make sure that your seats are in their original upright positions and that your seatbelts are securely fastened."

"Well, it's about time," he mutters.