Disclaimer: NCIS doesn't belong to me, but Michael Weatherly is welcome is do read thoughs with me
Tony threw his fist into the wall with such force that he knew instantly that at least three knuckles were broken
Tony threw his fist into the wall with such force that he knew instantly that at least three knuckles were broken.
He withdrew his fist from the hole he had created to see the blood running off his knuckles, down his arm and make a pitter patter sound as the warm liquid landed on the ground beneath him.
Tony shook his head, sucked in his bottom lip and let the tears he had been withholding break free. He started to shake, fall to the ground and let out of a sound of pain and grief.
A million questions raced through his head and he found himself not only questioning himself and his actions, but this so called God that said he was always there but where was he when that little girl died.
Why couldn't they find her in time?
Now instead of her parents picking out her birthday dress, they would be picking out the last dress she would ever wear, look at her for the last time; kiss her goodnight for the last time.
They wouldn't get to watch her grow, help her mend her first broken heart, pick out her prom dress or watch her drive away as she headed to college.
No, not now, now she would forever be a seven year old, innocent girl.
Tony went to the fridge, pulled out a beer flicked the top off and drank half the bottle in one swallow. He placed his face in his hands and sighed. Never did he have to deal with a child killing on the force.
Then his thoughts turned to Gibbs, he had lost a daughter as well. This must be bringing all those painful memories back and hitting him like a speeding train.
Tony slid down the cupboard doors in the kitchen as his mind flashed images he didn't want replayed, the moment he and Gibbs broke the news to Jessica's parents.
Gibbs didn't even have to start talking; they must have seen it in his eyes. Jessica's mother Kim just turned a sickly colour, turned to her husband as fainted, Gibbs caught her just in time, as most people don't realize that people generally faint forward not backwards.
Jessica's father James did what Tony had just done, he punched the wall and just stared at the wall like he could see his baby girl peeking through.
Then he started pleading with Tony and Gibbs that they had made a mistake. Then Gibbs uttered the words that made Kim scream out in grief and James finally allowed himself to cry, Gibbs asked if they could accompany him to the morgue to formally identify their daughter.
At the memory Tony spoke out loud and even though there was no-one there, he knew who he was talking to.
"How do you stand by and watch an innocent girl, be killed in such a cruel, tortured way and allow scum to survive every single day? Why not take the selfish, evil bastards off this Earth, instead of that sweet, innocent girl. All she wanted to do was be good and pick out her birthday dress. You stole that away from her, so you could have her. Isn't there enough innocent souls with you? Why her? Why her?"
Tony cried, he cried till he had no more tears left, and even still he didn't believe he was showing enough grief for Jessica.
Tony woke an hour later to the sound of his phone vibrating with Ziva's name flashing. He picked it up rubbed his left eye and rejected the call. He couldn't deal with her at the moment.
Two minutes later Gibbs rang he knew then he had to answer. "Tony,"
"Where the hell are you Tony?"
"At home."
"Get here now"