Tony DiNozzo took a large swig out of his bottle. His drink of choice for tonight was bourbon. It was strong and typically knocked him out. That's what he wanted to be asleep preferably forever. He set down the drink and picked up his badge. Carefully running his fingers over the engraved letters Detective Anthony DiNozzo Baltimore PD. Three months had passed since he held that title. He hadn't technically been fired but they had told him to take as long as he needed. He had been gone a month and a half when they called and said that if he didn't want to come back they should let him know. So they could start looking for his replacement. Which to him meant sorry you went through the worst tragedy of your life but ya know there is a waiting list for detectives. He had called them back and said that he quit. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be a cop anymore anyway. He had his phys ed degree and maybe once he healed being around kids would be enjoyable. He wished that he could pull himself together. He was trying to he really was but he just couldn't. He had lost his family but surely he should be a little less pathetic and miserable by now. He set down the badge and picked up the photograph knowing that he would need the bottle again any second now. Sure enough after less than a minute of looking at the photo. He needed the bottle again. He slammed the photograph on the table and reaching for the bottle. Fumbling in the process knocking the bottle down causing the remaining contents to spill all over the table, floor, and photograph.

"Dammit!" Tony cursed grabbing his keys. He knew that he shouldn't be driving but he had no reason to live anymore.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs looked up at the sunset as he drove home. A Hank Williams song was playing on the radio and his team had wrapped a huge case. He should be happy he really should but for some reason he just felt sad. He pulled over and checked the date on his phone it read 06/24/14. just like he thought. His dad's birthday was two days ago and he had been gone around two months now but that wasn't it. Shannon's birthday wasn't for months and Kelly's was two days after hers so that wasn't it either. Their anniversary was way back in April and the anniversary of their death was in February. As he got back on the road. A name flashed in his head Tony DiNozzo. That name had come to his head a lot lately. Why was he thinking of the kid he tackled in Baltimore so many years ago? He had offered Tony a place on his team. After they found out the kid's partner was dirty. Tony had mulled over the decision but called back a few days later and politely declined. After that Gibbs found a sweet young computer geek named Timothy McGee, a transplant from the Secret Service named Katelyn Todd, and an Israeli former Mossad named Ziva David. After Kate died. He found a young girl named Melody Frances she had grown up in a small town in South Carolina and had served on their sheriffs department for two years. Before a case brought the team to Aynor South Carolina. Tired of her small town life Melody followed along with the team. Now that Ziva was gone he not only needed a new agent but a new Senior Field Agent. Even though Tim McGee technically had seniority over Ziva she had been the SFA. Due to Tim taking a year and a half off to care for his paraplegic wife through a high risk pregnancy. Delilah had been paralyzed in a car accident in college and had pre-existing health issues that made pregnancy dangerous. Luckily the couple was blessed with a healthy six pound son named Timothy McGee Junior or TJ as he liked to be called. Delilah had chosen to have a total hysterectomy after delivery to make sure no further pregnancies. The McGee's had frozen seven of her eggs and two-year later had fraternal twins named Corey Jethro and Denise Abigail. Six years after that they had adopted a Korean boy with Cerebral Palsy who also used a wheelchair named Justin. Who was five at the time. After McGee returned from his sabbatical though having not completed his probationary period and his return coming at the heals of Gibbs's own sabbatical to Mexico. He was forced to start at square one of probiehood. He had been offered the SFA position but turned it down saying that he wasn't ready for that role. Gibbs knew the truth that McGee was one of those people who feared being in the spotlight. He respected the younger man but wished that he would be more willing to step out of the shadows once in a while. He was a damn good agent and had a genius IQ. Gibbs wasn't the best judge for this but he had heard girls say that the younger agent was good-looking. He almost had it all. The one thing he lacked was confidence. Gibbs looked at the bridge he was approaching. Ten more minutes and he would be home. In his basement with a bottle of bourbon and his tools. Trying to soothe his unexplained sorrow. As he got closer he noticed a beat up red mini van parked beside it. He looked around expecting some poor soul to be broken down and looking for help. There was nobody in sight. Just another abandoned car. Shaking his head Gibbs continued on his way. As he got further across the bridge. He noticed a man standing on the rail climbing over the suicide bars. Gibbs slammed on his brakes, stopped the car, and jumped out.

"HEY!" Gibbs yelled.

Tony started to climb over the rails. He had tried to avoid coming to this but he just couldn't fight anymore. He had lost too much and nobody seemed to care. His boss had replaced him, his friends were treating him like he had the plague and ignoring him. Except the plague would be pleasant compared to what he was going through. He had no family except his father. The man's response to his tragedy was that this wouldn't have happened if he had of worked with him instead of becoming a cop. His partner well his partner was dead to him. He was just about to jump when he heard a voice call his name. He turned around and was standing face to face with the man whom he had tackled on the streets of Baltimore all those years ago.

"What the hell do you want?" Tony questioned.

"To know what the hell you are doing." Gibbs grunted.

"Killing myself I thought you were a fed." Tony replied.

"Why would you kill yourself and how do you know I am a fed?" Gibbs asked.

"Don't you recognize me Gibbs? I recognize you. Guess I am nothing after all." Tony slurred.

"Who are you kid. I have worked with a lot of people in my day." Gibbs replied.

"Tony Tony DiNozzo the detective from Baltimore." Tony replied.

"Tony I thought those eyes looked familiar." Gibbs replied.

"You coming on to me gunny?" Tony asked.

"No son I am not. Your eyes just remind me of somebody I used to know." Gibbs explained

"Then what the hell do you want?!" Tony demanded.

What I want to know is why you are killing yourself?" Gibbs questioned.

"Because I want to die! Duh!" Tony snapped.

"Why would you want to die?" Gibbs asked.

"Because I lost everything." Tony slurred.

A/N: What do you think? Should I continue? If so new chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.