A/N: hi this is my fist fic so please don't be to hard on me !
Disclaimer: when I own NCIS you'll be the first to know.
Tony stood on the rooftop. He'd been there for the past half hour and he still didn't know what he was doing.
"Just do it!" his fathers voice growled at him in his head "Stop crying, how old are you?"
Tony ran his hands down his face, at least he wasn't crying this time. It started to rain as he closed his eyes,
letting the tiny drops of rain roll down his face,as if it could wash away how he felt. Tony sighed and sat
down on the edge of the building, wanting nothing more than to jump off . The troubled man closed his eyes
again, images of the people he'd come to love, his team, his family ran through his head. Unfortunately so did
their voices, criticising him, telling him to jump. Tony stood up shakily , he was going to listen to them.
" Tony, what are you doing?" this voice wasn't in his head. He spun around ending up face to face with his boss.
Gibbs stared at Tony for a long while as he studied his shivering form. The boy was drenched, how long had he
been there? More to the point why was he there in the first place? Gibbs took a step forward and tried to place a
hand on Tony's shoulder but the younger man only backed closer to the edge. One more step and it would all be
over. Then it dawned on Gibbs, slower than it should have. He should have listened to ducky. He should have
listened to his gut.
Flashback
"Jethro may I have a word?" Ducky asked hoping he could talk some sense into his buddy
"Is it about the case Duck?" Gibbs replied, wanting to get their latest case over and done with.
"No it's about young Anthony."
"What about him ?" the former marine continued impatiently.
" well." Ducky paused for a long while. "I'm rather concerned, Anthony hasn't been himself for a while now. He's
always in a bad mood, he always looks tired, he concentrates even less than usual and have you noticed how skinny he's gotten.
"What are you implying?" Gibbs replied harshly
"For gods sake Jethro, don't you see it? Anthony's depressed!"
"depressed? That's ridiculous!" Jethro said not believing his own words.
Ducky sighed heavily " Jethro, he's your boy and he needs your help, talk to him, please."
Jethro turned and left the room.
