A/N: Okay, so here's my first NCIS fic everrrr. I just was not happy with how they did this first episode back. Especially this scene, it was just way too good of an opportunity for some Tony/Gibbs Father-son love. Soo yep. Please READ AND REVIEW 3 Much love.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of NCIS. Wish I did. I would write myself straight into the show :D

Tony exhaled heavily, wiping salty beads of sweat from his lips as another shower of dust shook though the seams in the top of the elevator. Ziva was speaking in rapid-fire Hebrew to her father, her free hand pulling at the sweat soaked fabric of her t-shirt, which had plastered itself to the small of her back. Tony's mind was just circling back to the worry of whether Gibbs and McGeek were alright, when Ziva hung up with a huff.

"That's sweet, your dad called. My father should be calling any second." Tony said with a sarcastic grin, as he held his phone in front of him. Ziva craned her neck to stare at the screen with him before shrugging and dropping her eyes to the side with a small sigh. She knew Tony didn't want her pity.

Suddenly a shrill ring cut through the brief awkward silence, making Ziva's head snap back up and Tony jump and almost drop the offending phone. "Uh, hello?" he asked hesitantly. A voice rumbled through the other end of the phone and Tony automatically stood at attention, a small smile creeping across his lips. "Yeah boss." Ziva sighed in relief, Gibbs… finally. She tugged at Tony's elbow as he listened to their fearless leader.

Gibbs paced impatiently outside, waiting to get back into the building. "DiNozzo! Where in the hell are you?" He swallowed hard, praying his team was okay, "Who are you with?"

"Just Ziva and me, boss. We're still stuck in this freaking elevator, but other than that we're totally okay. I pinky swear."

Gibbs sighed in relief, "Good... good. McGee got hurt, shard of glass in the abdomen. He's on his way to hospital, but he should be okay. Abby's fine too. And why the hell did you two ignore protocol and take the elevator, huh?"

Tony slipped a hand over the mouthpiece and mouthed to Ziva, Gibbs and Abby are fine, McGee's injured. Not fatal. Ziva let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and Tony grinned as he turned back to his phone. "Love ya too Boss." He said with a roll of his eyes, but coughed when he saw Ziva's smirk.

Gibbs shook his head, smiling for a moment amid the chaos. "Don't be a smart ass, DiNozzo. And as soon as we get you guys out of there, I want Harper Dearing out of our way for good." Gibbs paused before hanging up, something about realizing that he'd almost lost his entire team, his family, for good that day had struck a chord. "And Tony? I love ya too. Always will." He almost chuckled to himself, picturing the look on the younger agent's face.

Tony's eyes widened in shock and he turned away from Ziva, his voice cracking as he grunted "Yes sir. Understood, sir", before hanging up and turning back to his partner.

"Well, the good news is that Gibbs is gonna get us outta here now. Bad news? He's definitely gonna chew us out for taking the elevator…"

Ziva chuckled, "Maybe you should tell him you have injured your head, Tony. Otherwise there will be some head slaps in shop for you."

"In store for me, Ziva. And probably some for you too." Tony smirked.

"Yes. Probably." Ziva smiled and rested a hand on Tony's arm, "And you were right."

"About what?" Tony cocked his head to the side, confused.

"Your father did call."

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