A/N: Hiya everybody! Nice to see you all again! I love it that Tony's Girl got an awesome response! I will be doing a spin off series of that, but this idea has been in my head all day, so I HAVE to post it! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy! Completely OOC. Not sure about the title though.

Summary: Tony's not acting like himself, and nobody knows why. Will they save him before they're too late?

Rating: T for dark thoughts and happenings.

WARNINGS: Dealing with self-harm, contemplating of suicide.

Pairings: Tony/Gibbs non-slash. Hurt!Comfort Tony. PapaBear Gibbs.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story apart from creative licence. All though, I would not object if anybody wants to hand NCIS over to me! :) All hail DPB.

What's The Point?

Tony closed the door to his apartment and sighed sadly. He dumped his stuff at the door, and walked straight to the kitchen. Today was horrible. It was the anniversary of his mother's death.

0700 hours

Tony was already at work when McGee and Ziva walked in at 0700, staring blankly at his computer screen. McGee and Ziva frowned at each other before greeting their friend, only getting a nod in reply. Tony had started showing up early for work about a month ago, and had stopped being his usual, cheery self. He had become distant from the team. He now didn't let anyone but Abby touch him, no matter what the reason. He hadn't down that since he had started at NCIS…over 10years ago. Not like Gibbs seemed to notice though.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked, coming down from the director's office. Tony stood up and stood in front of his Boss' desk.

"Yes, Boss?" he asked, voice dull. Gibbs stared at him. Tony continued to stare at the floor. Gibbs shoved Tony's report in his chest.

"Do your case report again. It's rubbish." Gibbs said demanded. Tony nodded.

"Yes, sir." Tony turned back to his desk.

After about an hour, the elevator dinged, announcing the arrival of someone. Abby walked quickly into the bullpen, and Tony got up when he noticed she wanted to hug him. He rarely hugs her back, but today, he hugged her with equal force. When they pulled apart, they leaned their foreheads together, which caused the rest of the team to turn and look at them.

"You gonna be okay?" Abby asked quietly. Abby was the only one that new that it was his mother's death anniversary today. He had accidently let it slip last year when he got drunk and ended up on her doorstep.

"I'll be fine, Abs." he said sadly, not looking into her eyes, knowing if he did, he would break down crying like a girl. No, he would do that later, in the safety of his apartment. Abby hugged him again.

"Call me if you need anything." She told him. Tony nodded, reluctantly turning back to his desk to finish the last of his 'new' report. Abby kissed his head, and went back down to her lab. Gibbs started at his SFA, confused. He walked up to his agent's desk, staring intently at him, before head-slapping him. Hard.

"Back to work, DiNozzo." He said, even though Tony had continued his report before Abby had even reached the elevator.

The rest of the morning went relatively quiet. There were no new cases and Team Gibbs was thoroughly enjoying the quiet day. When the clock hit 1300, Gibbs told his team to go for lunch, but be back for 1400. Then Gibbs left. Ziva and McGee were collecting their stuff, discussing on where to go to eat.

"Are you joining us, Tony?" Ziva asked, seeing her partner still sitting at his desk, typing something. Tony shook his head.

"No thanks. I'm going to go with Abby. Thanks though." He replied, before quickly leaving to go down the lab. Ziva shook her head and frowned.

"Something is on with Tony, yes?" she said to McGee as they walked to the elevator.

"Off. Something is off with Tony. And yeah, something is definitely off with him."

In the lab

"Tony!" Abby squealed when she saw him slowly enter her 'Labby'. She ran up and gave him a tight hug. She heard him take a few shuddery breaths before composing himself.

"Hey Abs." he whispered. Abby pulled away from him, but kept her hands on his shoulders, looking at him intently.

"Are you sure you're okay, Tony-boy?" she asked. Tony gave her a failed attempt of a smile.

"Sure Abs." he said. "Just tired. Mind if I crash out here for a while?" Abby knew this was a big fat lie. Not the part where he was tired. He looked like he could sleep for a year. Just the part about him being okay. He had IM'd her – without Gibbs knowing – about Gibbs making him feel worse than he already was. Usually Gibbs had a good reason for head0slapping and yelling at him, but Abby knew that today, Gibbs had no damn reason at all.

"Sure, but you have to eat this apple first." She promised, placing a red apple in his hand. Tony looked at her as if she had grown two heads, but took a big bit out of the apple anyway. In about 5minutes, and warning her to wake him at 1355, he was situated on Abby's futon with an old throw around him, and was asleep as soon as his head hit Bert.

1405

Gibbs was fuming. He thought he had made it quite clear to his team to be back for 1400. It was now 1405, and DiNozzo still wasn't back yet.

"Where the hell is DiNozzo?" he yelled at McGee and Ziver. Ziva looked at him.

"He said he was having lunch with Abby before we left." She stated simply. Gibbs growled and stomped of towards the lab.

He came to a stop just outside the lab-techs door. It was closed, and had a sign stuck on it saying Be Quiet When You Enter…Or Else. He walked in, spotting Abby at her computer; listen to her music with her headphones. He yanked the buds out of her ears, watching as she turned around, with a look of disapproval on her face.

"Where the hell is DiNozzo?" he growled angrily at her.

"Shhh, Gibbs." She pointed to Tony on the futon, sleeping soundly, with the look of innocence on his features. "He told me to wake him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. This looks like the first proper sleep he's had in weeks." She said, sounding like she was talking to a puppy. Gibbs growled at her, not saying anything. He stalked over to his sleeping agent, and yanked the throw off him and used his best Gunny voice.

"GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP!" he yelled. This shocked Tony so much from his slumber that he jumped, falling off the futon onto the steel floor, landing on his hand and causing it to make a funny cracking noise. Abby rushed over to him.

"Oh, my poor baby! Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. Tony looked around, confused about what hah just happened.

"Wha…what happened?" he asked. Suddenly, it all came back to him. He had asked Abby if he could crash out here during his lunch break. He stared at her. "I asked you to wake me before 2, Abby! Why didn't you wake me?" he whispered the last part, seeing and angry Gibbs standing over him. "Boss," he started, before a hand connect with the back of his head.

"Go to your desk. Now." He held up his hand when Tony started to defend himself. "No. You'll explain later when I want you to. Go." He growled.

"Yes sir." Tony said, quieter than a whisper, and went quickly. Gibbs turned and glared at Abby.

"It wasn't his fault, Gibbs. He told me to wake him, and I didn't. Don't blame him." Abby defended her best friend hotly, crossing her arms across her chest.

"He can sleep on his own time, Abby." With that, he walked out to have a little chat with his agent.

That chat consisted of yelling on Gibbs part, and nods and shakes on Tony's part. The rest of the work day was filled with tension, head-slaps, yelling and more head-slaps. Tony was just happy to go home.

Present time

Tony entered the kitchen and went straight to the knife drawer. He pulled out his favourite knife, which had dried blood on it from previous 'experiences'. He pulled up his sleeve, gently tracing the criss-cross scars – old and new – that ran up and down his forearm. He pulled the knife blade across his olive skin, sighing at the feel if the stress leaving his body. Cutting himself had always been his coping mechanism since he was 10, when his father had started drinking and beating him senseless. Over the years, he had learned to either cut were no-one could see them, or make sure to cover the scars well with his clothes. He walked to the living room, and sank down on the old, battered couch, pulling the blade across his skin more and more, until his arm was covered in blood. He knew where to cut, and where to avoid cutting and veins. That might come later. He knew how deep to cut, depending on how much blood he wanted to see, how much stress he wanted to get rid of. He slowly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, right there on the couch.

A/N: What do you think? Should I carry on, or just leave this as a one shot? Let me know in the reviews.

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