This is another unbetaed fic. Feel free to point out mistakes but I probably won't be going back to fix them - hope you like it
Gibbs found Tony sitting at his desk staring at the computer screen even though the computer was turning off. It was black outside and the rest of the team were long gone, ready to forget about the day.
He hadn't seen Tony since he had left to investigate the FBI, definitely not since Jeanne Benoit had accused Tony of murdering her father. Gibbs hadn't believed it for a second. It knew Tony, had known him the first time he had been accused or murder. And while little things had changed since then, Gibbs going to Mexico, Tony taking over the team, Gibbs returning, he knew that deep down, there just wasn't a killer inside of Tony.
"DiNozzo," Gibbs said softly, even thought the squad room was empty.
Tony looked as if he hadn't heard him at first and then he looked up slowly, meeting Gibbs' eyes. "Boss," He managed to say. It was obvious to Gibbs that Tony had been left alone long enough to let thoughts fester.
"You should be at home."
Tony tilted his head to one side and frowned, "Why?" Why go home to an empty apartment? There's nothing there, nothing at all. Why go home to silence and emptiness where he can let thoughts of Jeanne and the interrogation into his mind where his mind wouldn't be able to rest.
"Tony," Tony reacted to that, it was rare for Gibbs to use his first name. "Go home and get some sleep."
Tony swallowed hard, "I can't, I have….a report to write…I think." He looked back at the blank computer screen.
"How's your hand?" He knew about the altercation between Tony and Kort. Ziva had told him about the anger in Tony's eyes. Anger Gibbs could deal with, an angry Tony was just as rare as a compassionate Gibbs but still predictable. The Tony sitting in front of him was something else entirely.
Tony looked down at his right hand as if he'd completely forgotten about his fist connected with Kort's face. Purple and grey bruises had started to emerge over his knuckles. "It's okay I guess," He flexed out his hand and then made a fist "Doesn't hurt like it should."
Numb was the word Gibbs would use to describe Tony. They'd both gone through a whirlwind of emotions today. Surprise, confusion, annoyance, doubt, frustration and anger, now there was nothing left to feel.
"Today started so good," Tony said.
"Yeah," Gibbs agreed, "It did."