A/N: Hi guys! I know, it's been a while since I've updated this, but I have a good reason! Life got really crazy all of a sudden and things got in the way and I wasn't very inspired to write this. I wrote about a page yesterday and then three and a half today for this. It's been crazy, but here ya go! Hope you like it! Please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or anything affiliated with it, such as characters. I do own this plot line and anything I choose to change. I'm trying to stay as real to the show as I can, knowing what little we know about these characters in their teens!

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"Are you ready for this?" Abby asked me.

It was seven am on Saturday morning, the day we'd decided to go see dad. He was in the hospital up in Boston, though he lived in New York the last time anyone checked, Boston had better facilities. Abby and I decided to drive up and spend the day with him. From our house, it was about seven hour drive. We'd find some place to stay for the night near the hospital and then see him again on Sunday, if everything went okay today.

"I think so. So I'm driving now?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll take the wheel in a few hours. If that's okay?" she said, phrasing it more like a question.

"No, that's fine," I told her.

Before leaving the driveway, I set my iPod up so that we wouldn't have to deal with commercials on the radio, which I always hated. Having over a thousand songs on it, I figured we'd be good for a while. Abby wasn't a bad person to take on a road trip, she always had something interesting to talk about. And I'd barely seen her since I'd picked her up because she'd been over at Tim's.

We were quiet until we hit the highway; that was when we started a conversation. "So, how was camp?" I asked.

"Oh it was great! I made a bunch of friends and we did a bunch of stuff everyday! It was so cool! And, since it was a forensic science camp, we got to work on, like, actual forensic cases. And they had all the real equipment and stuff," she gushed.

"You worked on actual cases? Like, murder cases?" I asked her.

"Yeah, they were cold cases and stuff and it was really cool. And it wasn't just any camp, the things we did counted for college credits and stuff like that, so if I did a good job, I could get scholarships or something. We get results in a few weeks and I'm really anxious about it," she said.

"That's so cool, Abs. I bet you did great," I said.

"Thanks. So, you're okay with doing this? We can still turn around," she offered.

"I was talking to Ziva about this a couple of days ago. She's the one who convinced me that dad and I should make some kind of amends. Give him a nice send-off. Are you okay with this? If you don't want to go, nobody's holding a gun to your head," I told her.

"I agree with Ziva. Plus, I don't want to be bitter or have regrets that I didn't get to say goodbye to him," Abby said.

"Good philosophy," I said.

"No regrets? Yeah, it is pretty good, huh?" she smiled. "So, you told Ziva about all of this?" she asked.

"It was a couple of days ago. I needed someone to talk to and I needed to get out of the house. I picked her up and we went to the park down the street and walked around for a little while. You remember, the night I came in late?" I told her.

"The night you kissed her!" Abby exclaimed.

"Other way around, Abs," I said, smiling a little at the memory.

"No way! Okay, spill! Tell me everything right now!" she shouted.

"It was nothing, really. We were walking around the park and she was talking about her family and how she blamed herself for her mom and sister's death and I told her it wasn't her fault. I hugged her and then she kissed me," I said, downplaying it and skimming over some of it. It was Ziva's personal life and I didn't know if she'd mind if I told Abby or not.

"Aw! Only you two! So what happened to her mom and sister?" Abby asked.

"It's not my story to tell, Abs," I said. "But that doesn't mean you can bug her about it," I warned.

"Tony, I would never do that. I feel so bad for her though. She lost half of her family," she said.

"She doesn't want pity, Abby. Don't go treating her any differently. Do you want pity from your friends because we'll probably lose dad before school starts?" I asked her.

"I get it, Tony. Can we please not talk about dad right now?" she asked.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about then?"

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For the next six hours, we talked about little things, stuff Abby did at camp, basketball, and college, which was looming in the too-near future. When we were about half an hour out of Boston, Abby voiced the question that had been on both of our minds.

"What do you think he's going to look like?"

"I don't know, Abs. I don't really remember what he looked like the last time I saw him," I confessed.

"He looked like you. I look like mom and you look like him," she said. She had long ago kicked off her shoes and was now curled up in a ball against the passenger door. We'd switched off in Pennsylvania, then back again in northern Connecticut. Now that we were nearing the city, the traffic was light, considering it was about one in the afternoon.

Mass General was on Fruit Street, not too far off the highway. When we pulled up, we stared at it for a moment, knowing dad was in there, somewhere, probably hooked up to a bunch of machines. Ten minutes later, we finally found a place to park and got out of the car and stretched.

"You ready for this?" I asked Abby.

"Yeah," she said.

We walked to the elevator to get out of the parking garage and hit the button. When the doors opened a minute later, a small family came out, with a man, a woman, and a kid who looked to be about ten with a bright blue cast on his leg, hobbling out on crutches. It already had a bunch of signatures on it, though it looked new.

"Nice cast," Abby said to him, bending down a little. "Can I sign it?" she asked, even though she didn't even know this kid.

"Sure," the kid said.

"My name's Abby. What's yours?" she asked.

"Anthony," he said.

"That's my brother's name!" she said, smiling as she took the sharpie from him so she could sign. "You already have a lot of signatures on here. That's cool."

"The doctors all know him by his first name. We're here a lot," his father said, smiling.

"Same with my brother. When we were little, he was always getting hurt and breaking things," Abby said, capping the marker and handing it back to little Anthony. "Thanks for letting me sign. I love signing casts. I think it's so cool. Have a good day!"

"Thanks. You too," the kid said, smiling back at her.

"What was that about?" I asked Abby as we stepped onto the elevator and she hit the down button.

"What was what about?" she asked.

"You randomly signing that kid's cast," I said.

"I figured he's probably not had the best day ever, so I decided to try and make him smile," she said. "He was a cutie. And his name was Anthony! He was like a mini you!"

"Come on, let's go find out where dad is," I said, getting out of the elevator, walking though the main doors, and heading towards the reception desk.

The receptionist looked up when she saw us standing in front of her. "Hello, how may I help you?" she asked.

"We're looking for our father, Anthony DiNozzo," I said.

"Okay, hold on," she said, turning to her computer and typing in his name. "Okay, he's up on the fifth floor. I'll have someone meet you up there," she told us.

"Thank you," I said, wondering why we needed someone to meet us up there.

When we got off the elevator, a doctor was lounging near the nurses' station, which was about ten feet in front of the elevator doors.

"Hi," the man said. He was in his late twenties or early thirties, blonde hair, and brown eyes. "I'm Doctor Jeff Craig and I've been working very closely with your father and a few other doctors trying to help him. Are you his children?"

"Yeah, he's our father. I'm Tony and this is Abby," I introduced. We shook hands with Dr. Craig and he started leading us down the hall a little.

"How much do you know about what's going on with your dad?" he asked.

"Not much. We just know that he has a brain tumor that wasn't found on time," Abby said.

"Yes, that's the basis of it. It's inoperable because it's too large by this point. Your father isn't in a lot of pain; we have him on morphine and a few other drugs that help with the pain. It's all we can do at this point, keep him comfortable. I'm very sorry about this," he said.

"It's not your fault, Doc. Our father isn't one who goes to the hospital easily. He's a fighter," I said.

"That he is," the doctor said. "I'm surprised he even made it this long. He's been here for a few weeks, normally by this point, the patient is too far gone, but I think he was waiting to say goodbye to you two. He talks about you a lot."

I bit my tongue, not wanting to ruin the doctor's view of my father as a good man. He should have at least one person in this world believing that.

"You two can go in. He was awake right before I left to get you two," Dr. Craig said, stopping in front of a door that said 515.

"Thank you," I said.

I tentatively opened the door. It was a two patient room, but only one bed was occupied. In it, there was a man, skinnier than I remembered him looking, only a little hair on his head. His face was a little sunken, like he'd lost a lot of weight in a short amount of time. He turned his head a little to the side to see who was at the door.

Abby gasped and ran to the side of his bed. "Hi, daddy," she said, like no time had passed, like we were meeting him for lunch, like we'd seen him in the past eight years.

"Abby? Is that you, baby?' he asked. His voice sounded a little weaker than I remembered, but it still sounded like him. He was hooked up to at least four machines and he had a tube going up his nose to help him breathe.

"Yeah, it's me. It's been a long time," she said.

"Too long," he agreed. She took his hand and held it in her own.

I cleared my throat, stepping forward a bit. "Uh, hi, dad," I said.

"Junior. How are you, son?" he asked.

"I'm okay," I said, swallowing a lump in my throat. I didn't think this visit was going to make me emotional, but it did.

"I missed you, son," he said.

"You too, dad."

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