Black & White Poof
Tony stared at the bottle of pills in his hand.
His heart pounded.
He told himself he would be able to quit.
It was easy.
Just stop taking the fucking pills.
He was a federal agent for crying outloud.
He was suppose to be one of the good guys.
Not an addict.
Drinking on the USS Ronald Reagan and Sea Hawk had gotten harder and harder.
After all, he was never alone.
So Tony turned to prescription medication that wasn't always prescribed to him.
Mostly opiad pain killers for an old ACL tear.
That kept up his cover pretty well.
He drew the line at drugs of course.
Well...drugs like marijuana, coke and heroin.
He was still an agent.
Although a pack of coke he confiscated from a sailor looked tempting.
Very tempting.
He had gotten it off the ship quickly as possible.
Tony found a way to hide all his pills for 3 months.
He swore he would stop after getting back on dry land.
After a week at NCIS Tony found himself taking one.
Just one.
Or two.
Then he would stop.
He swallowed down the lot with a glass of water.
This was it.
No more.
Tony didn't last 3 days.
He was extremely frightened at how dependent he had become.
Could he even stop?
Tony's breath quickened.
He needed to stop.
No way in hell was he going to Gibbs with this.
Jethro still blamed the younger agent for Jenny's death.
The booze and pills simply helped Tony deal with that guilt.
No big deal.
He could stop when he wanted to.
Right?
'Just stop Anthony,' he thought hysterically. 'Just throw it all away.'
He would throw it all away tomorrow.
10 weeks later he overdosed.