Author's note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter, I'll definitely be carrying on with this fic. This is just a quick chapter so everyone could see what happened next, I'll be writing some more after I've posted.
Tony stopped talking after those words, and his breathing quickened a little.
"Hey Tony, it's ok. What happened?" Gibbs said, not liking where the story was headed.
"My father was furious, he pushed past Ackland and grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him, he wanted to know what I was doing. I didn't know what to say, and he got angrier, he hit me and asked me why I could never do as I was told. When my father got like that, I knew to just let him do what he wanted and it was usually ok after he'd calmed down. I stood there and waited, knowing that he'd probably hit me again, but Ackland spoke. He said, 'maybe now would be a good time.' I didn't know what he was talking about, but my father did. He said ok, and then…then…"
"Then what? Tony?"
"My father pushed me to Ackland and walked off, he just walked off, he left me and I didn't know what was happening."
Gibbs took in a sharp breath, not wanting to know what Ackland had done to a young Tony, but knowing that he needed to hear it anyway.
"You need to tell me what he did to you, or I can't do anything."
Tony looked up from his gaze at the floor and met his boss's eyes, and saw the strength he needed. He took a deep breath and carried on.
"He pulled me upstairs and said it was just me and him, and I knew he was right, the help had been given the night off and my father was no where to be seen. I thought he was just going to beat me up, I knew it would hurt but I could handle that. He pulled me into my bedroom and threw me against the bed, and he…he told me…told me to…to take off my clothes."
Gibbs eyes widened and his heart broke, knowing now what was hurting the man before him. Tony had looked away again and Gibbs put his hand on the side of his face and turned it towards him. Tears had formed in the young agents eyes and he tried desperately to blink them away.
"It's ok Tony," Gibbs said, keeping his grip. "I need to know if you're telling me what I think you are."
"I tried to fight him, I did but he was too strong. He tore my clothes off when I wouldn't, and he pushed me on the bed, and got on top of me. God it hurt so much, I thought I was going to die."
"It's ok, it's ok," Gibbs said, bringing his agent towards him.
Tony was sobbing, and he grabbed his boss's shirt, needing the comfort of the older man. Gibbs let him, knowing that sharing his secret had taken him back to memories he'd rather have forgotten. He couldn't even imagine what the man had gone through as a child, and if giving him some much-needed attention was what he needed then that was what he was going to get.
Soon Tony calmed down and released his hold of Gibbs's shirt, slowly sitting back up and scrubbing his hand across his face.
"I'm sorry!" Tony exclaimed, not believing that he had cried all over his boss.
"Don't apologise Dinozzo, you have nothing to apologise for," Gibbs replied, standing up, his knees objecting to the change in position.
Tony nodded, not knowing what to say after spilling his biggest secret to his boss. All he really wanted was to have the ground swallow him up so he didn't have to deal with anything, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. He looked up at his boss, hoping he'd get some insight as to what he should do next. What he saw was not encouraging; Gibbs's face was full of anger and something else, disappointment maybe. Tony looked away, wondering in the back of his mind if those emotions were directed at him, knowing deep down that they weren't.
"I'm going to deal with him Tony, you stay here and I'll be back."
"No, Gibbs don't. Their son's missing, and his wife doesn't need this right now."
Gibbs looked back at his agent and realised that he was right, even though all he wanted to do was go into the house and beat the lieutenant to a pulp he knew he couldn't. Find the boy and reunite him with his mother and gather as much evidence as he could on Ackland, then he could go after him. For now he needed to concentrate on his senior field agent, reliving the past was never easy, especially when something bad had happened, and he was going to need all the support he could get.
"Ok Tony, I'll leave it, for now," Gibbs said, heading back towards the car.
As he reached his agent he heard a noise from the direction of the house, he looked up and saw Ziva headed toward them.
"Boss I…"
"She doesn't need to know yet," Gibbs replied, understanding what Tony was trying to say. He turned and spoke to Ziva. "What did you find out?"
"The boy, Ben, was last seen at bedtime last night. Petty Officer Ackland went in to say goodnight and then had an early night herself, she has been having trouble sleeping, so took two sleeping pills; she did not awake until this morning, at 0700. Lieutenant Ackland went to bed slightly later than his wife, and after saying goodnight to his son he watched a sports programme. He did not check on his son before he slept, but he says he wishes he had. He awoke around the same time as his wife and when they checked on Ben, he had gone."
Gibbs nodded, committing the facts to memory, he was about to ask further questions when Tony spoke from behind him.
"Oh god boss, what if he did it, what if he…" Tony trailed off and turned towards the bushes, where he proceeded to throw up.
Gibbs headed towards his agent, keeping a grip on him to keep him steady. While Ziva who did not know what had transpired stood staring at the two members of her team, concern showing in her features.
Author's note: Hope that was ok, please keep reviewing!!
