Crossover with Bones. Tony and Sealey Booth are related by their mom. But when their mom dies in a car accident, both men deal with it differently, and turn to their partners in the process. Booth/Brennan, TIVA. Rated T to be safe as usual.
Chapter 1
Sad News
Tony's jaw tightened as he tried to focus on the road. He had gotten the news of his mother's death earlier that day, and he couldn't think of anything else. He had been hiding it from Ziva, he didn't want to show weakness. Why was he so prideful about it?
Ziva sat in the passenger side, as usual, but this time, she was worried about everything. Tony's driving was causing her the stress and worry. That was a first.
They arrived at the dead officer's home and began their investigation in silence. Neither one really knew what to say to the other. Tony was afraid he would explode if he began and Ziva was worried that if he didn't get it out soon he would break down.
Once everything was done, Tony asked Ziva to drive. He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes, trying to forget everything. Maybe it was all a dream…maybe none of it was real!
When they got back to headquarters, Tony walked into Ducky's lab, which Ducky wasn't at and neither was Palmer, and opened the drawer which contained the vodka. He frowned and pulled it out along with the one glass.
Ziva followed him into the room silently. "Pull up a chair." The sad look on Tony's face was breaking her heart. What was wrong with him?
Ziva said she would stand and accepted a glass of vodka just so she wouldn't feel so left out there. "Mind telling me what's wrong?" She asked.
Tony took a sip, set the glass down, and began his story. "When I was young, my father died in Vietnam. My parents had been a young and in love couple, and it was on me to join the military. That was, until my mom remarried. She remarried a cop, and he became like a father to me. When he died in the line of duty, I cried harder than I have ever cried in my life. But…today…I got the news that…" He could barely say it.
"What?" Ziva's face looked worried and she just wanted to reach out to her friend and partner.
"My mother is dead." Tony's head dropped into his hands.
Ziva walked over to him and pulled him close. He stayed sitting but wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. They stayed like that for what felt like ever. Tony couldn't believe that he had told her, that he had cried around her. Had she seen it as him being weak? He was a little ashamed.
"Tony," Ziva pulled back a little but Tony kept his arms around her waist. He looked up at her and waited for her to continue. "Don't be ashamed." She told him. "I would never think less of you for morning your mother."
Tony smiled. "Thank you." He whispered, standing up and hugging her.
"Your welcome." She whispered back.
"I am going to need some support at the funeral." He told her. "After all, I am now an orphan."
"Are you asking me to come with you?" Ziva questioned.
"Yes." Tony replied.
"Okay. I'll be there." They had to leave before Ducky and Palmer got back and saw them, and Ziva took his hand and led him out of the room. He was in a daze looking ahead. It was all so unlike Tony…
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10am That morning
Booth was on his phone at the Jeffersonian. "What?" He asked into it, the look on his face worried. Brennan walked in and sat down across from him. "When?" He demanded. He rubbed his forehead and frowned. "Okay thank you. Did you call my brother?" He asked. "Okay. Thank you very much." He hung up.
He shook his head and then looked at Brennan. "If you'll shut the door and the windows I will tell you what's wrong."
She nodded. He stayed still in his chair. When she sat back down he began. "My dad died back in the 80's, in a police shoot-out. I know, I have already told you that. But my mom, she had always been so healthy, we were sure she was going to go in her sleep at some ripe old age. Well, she wasn't young, but she wasn't old either. She was 70. She died this morning in a car accident. Her old eyes were failing her. I had warned her about them. I have a half brother, Tony, who is three years older than me, and he will be attending the funeral on Sunday. That's it."
"Booth, I'm so sorry." Brennan didn't really know what to do but to see if he needed anything. "If there is anything I can do…"
"Yes, there is one thing." Booth began.
"Anything." Brennan reached her hand across the desk and put it on top of his.
"Will you come with me to the funeral on Sunday. I don't want to be alone." He asked.
"Of course." She smiled and then nodded. "Is there anything else?"
"Just keep this between us please and if you don't mind, I need a little alone time."
"Okay." She nodded and got up and left him alone. It was then that he cried, alone, in private, the way he liked to deal with his emotions.