A/N:
I will continue my other story soon, the idea just suddenly hit me so I had to write it down.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or any of the characters
Bullied-chapter 1
Tony slowly pulled the T-shirt over his head with his uninjured right hand and winced when the fabric brushed against the big scrape on his shoulder. With a look in the mirror he was certain; his father would definitely kill him if he saw that. Scratch that, he'd kill him if he ever found out he didn't tell him about it.
The move to Uncle Pride in New Orleans had been hard. His father had been assigned temporarily to the New Orleans team for some big case that clearly needed some extra power. And since his father was moving, so was he. No matter how hard he had pleaded. In the beginning everything had gone great. Or as good as expected. For all of five minutes. Then his classmates had realized what an athlete he was and that hadn't sat well with the star athletes in the school. When Tony in gym class had made more goals than all of them, war was declared.
The first week hadn't been so bad, mostly comments and a few pushes. When they saw that Tony didn't seem scared despite their warnings, everything escalated. Suddenly the pushes were with full force and getting slammed into the school lockers was his new normal. So was getting his lunch in his face during lunch and hard unnecessary tacklings whenever they played a sport in gym.
Tony watched his back again and winced. The scrape was bigger than he expected and looked kinda nasty. Turning a little more he could see the not so invisible bruises from earlier that week. Gibbs would without a doubt be able to determine that this wasn't one single incident. Tony sighed deep and hurried to get a T-shirt when he saw the time: 15.45. His Dad was expecting him at the office any minute. His dad trusted him, it wasn't that, he just thought it would be safer and nicer for Tony to spend the evenings at the office and then the three of them could ride home together. Tony looked down at his swollen and bruised wrist and made a quick decision to choose a long sleeved T-shirt instead, that way he could also compress the wrist with bandage. Hopefully neither Gibbs nor uncle Pride would notice anything. Actually he was pretty sure they wouldn't since they up til now at least had been too lost in the case to notice anything going on with him.
