A/N Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or any of the characters

"So, how was your day Tony?" Tim asked when the two boys entered the Gibbs-house.

"Don't even ask Timmy-Boy, I'm not in the mood"

"Who destroyed your day? Another cheerleader who wouldn't go out with you?"

"Shut up. And no, I actually have a date tonight"

"It's a school night Tony, no way dad will let you out of the house"

"Chillax Timmy the worrier, dad is working late."

"He'll find out, he always does. You know it."

"Well my future is starting to look pretty dark so I try to enjoy whatever freedom I have left. Besides if you don't say anything he wont find out"

"What did you do?" Tim asked and eyed his brother suspiciously.

"Nothing Timmy the kid so just keep your nose out of it, would you"

"Tony you know dad will be angry at me too if you hide whatever you did"

"It's not your future I'm worried about"

"Thank you very much Tony" Tim said trying to hide the hurt he felt.

"Tim..." Tony sighed, clearly sensing how much that comment had hurt his little brother.

"Forget it Tony. Take care of yourself"

-The other Tony-

Tony sighed as he buttoned the shirt. His day hadn't started good and would most likely end in the same way. He knew his 13 year old brother was right. Gibbs never failed to know where his boys was and what they where doing. He had seen so much during his years as an NCIS agent that he had a need to know his boys were safe, even if that meant tracking their cellphones. Both boys knew to always be reachable, especially Tony, he only had to make that mistake once to know to never do it again.

Tony sat down on the bed and buried his head in his hands. Frustrated, angry, mad, sad and a little unsure. He would never doubt his fathers love for him, but he had gotten into so much trouble lately that he didn't know if his guardian would actually be able to trust Tony's word over his teacher's. He couldn't really blame anybody else than himself for that. But the mess he had landed in, that wasn't his. For once he had nothing to do with it. Tony thought back to earlier that day.

His dad had been grumpy at breakfast, knowing he had to work late tended to do that to him so Tony tried to be on his best behavior, but failed. It was an accident but still, it didn't improve his chances of his father believing him. Tony had absent mindly responded to his dads request for some sugar which lead to him accidentally passing the salt instead. The great Leroy Jethro Gibbs had almost hit the roof with the first sip of his coffee. Tony had assured his of course assured his father that it hadn't been one of his usual pranks. His dad had muttered something under his breath and left the breakfast table after levering his son with a gaze that told him to watch his next step carefully. Tony had met the gaze a little hurt. He understood his dads reasoning, but for once he hadn't meant it.

School hadn't gone much better. There had been a new guy in his school as well as a new substitute teacher instead of his normal history teacher. Tony was normally pretty welcoming to new faces, he knew all too well that every person had their own struggles, he was well-raised and wasn't thereby gonna make life harder for anybody without a reason. That's why he without second guessing had taken a step towards the new guy when he heard his name being called. Tony turned around only to see one of his close friends walk right by him and doing a high five with the new guy. On a closer look he looked kinda familiar, but having lost all interest of greeting the new guy Tony headed towards his first class without looking back.