Chapter One

Gibbs is back. Gibbs is back. Damn he's back.

The thoughts through Anthony 'Tony' Dinozzo's head were shouting at him as he walked around the park over and over again in the chill of the night.

He's back from Mexico. From the bars he probably from where he was drinking Coronas or something. Damn. Damn damn.

Tony Dinozzo just couldn't stop walking. His thoughts were almost overwhelming him. So he kept on walking. Just kept on walking.

I only just walked in the office with Ziva and McGee and there to my shock I see a bundle or more like stacks of paper (which happens to be my paper) on McGee's desk. Or so it seems.

At that thought he started to run. As hard and as steady as he could. He just ran as the wind blew hard upon his face and his hair started to feel like gel glued on his scalp.

I put on a confused face when inside I really knew what was happening but Ziva and McGee didn't. I was just too shocked to say it.

He ran faster now. Faster than ever. He just needed to release everything inside. For the shock and somewhat a type of anger came from underneath him. And to him it was in need of a way to come out.

Then I see a box on Lee's desk or McGee's desk but then I notice her standing with papers and some other things I can't remember. And sitting on my desk. On my desk was him. Gibbs.

At the thought of Gibbs he started to run even faster as he took off his jacket and threw it aside. He wouldn't need it anymore. After all, he wasn't the boss anymore. And that irked him the most.

There sitting on my desk. No his desk now it was. He was sitting there with a strange mustache on and some glasses. He just looked back at us and asked, "What?" He asked it in a way only Gibbs with bastard as the second B. Damn. Damn. Damn.

And the anger grew. The resentment he thought he never had grew. So he ran. He ran down backwards towards his jacket. Towards his shoes and then he turned. He ran not to his car but to his home. He didn't know what to do right now, but he ran. He ran. With only some troubling thoughts in his had.

Trust me. There's no need to fear. And yet you doubt me. My mind is so clear. You let me down.

And the problem was. He didn't know who he was talking to in his mind. Himself, Gibbs, his father, or someone else.

I will let you down. I'll let you down. When it finally trusts in me. Finally believes in me. I will let you down. I'll let you down. You let me down.