Hello everyone, let's hop right in with chapter two.

NCIS

Gibbs tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as Tony looked out the window. "So, what are you doing with your life," Gibbs asked first. Tony smiled a little.

"I model now for Calvin Klein. Have since, actually a few weeks after we met." Tony blushed softly and Gibbs looked at Tony with disbelief.

"Really? Modeling huh? Well, I can see it. Such a pretty boy." Gibbs snickered after Tony rolled his eyes. "I work for the main case response team at NCIS. Have for about ten years actually," Gibbs replied and Tony nodded.

"Nice." The car was silent for a few more minutes. "So, any significant other in your life," Tony asked hopefully. Gibbs nodded.

"Yeah, his name's Michael O'Connor. We've only been together for a few months," Gibbs answered and Tony nodded with a small sigh.

"Oh, that's...That's good. I hope he treats you better than my husband...," Tony mumbled and Gibbs bit his lip.

"I hate to ask, but, was he abusive?" Gibbs turned his head a little but looked back to the road.

"I uhm... Oh look, there's NCIS." Tony pointed out and Gibbs nodded. He pulled in and parked the car closest to the door. "So where are you asking me questions?"

"Interrogation room or in the bullpen," Gibbs opened his door and ran over to Tony's door before he could open his door. Gibbs smiled a little and opened the door.

"Thank you." Tony got out of the car and Gibbs closed the car door. "Bullpen okay?"

"Yeah," Gibbs replied as they walked towards the entrance of the building. Tony signed in as a visitor with Gibbs. They walked towards the elevator and hopped in once it arrived. The ride was silent until Gibbs stopped the elevator.

"Hey!" Tony gripped the sides of the wall until the elevator stopped shaking.

"Mr. Dinozzo, did Justin Donahue beat you," Gibbs asked firmly and Tony closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Can we just get the questioning over with so I can go home to sleep, Mr. Gibbs," Tony mumbled darkly and Gibbs sighed.

"I will have to put it in his file. You know that," Gibbs said after a few moments of silence. Tony looked to Gibbs in shock.

"Don't. He was a good guy, he didn't do anything wrong! I was at fault Mr. Gibbs. Please," Tony begged.

"Tony, relax," Gibbs murmured as he gently hugged Tony. Tony froze as Gibbs let him go.

"I, uh...I-I do-don't thi-think that's pro-profession-nal," Tony stuttered. Gibbs released him and started the elevator up. They rode up in silence to the bullpen. Tony looked around at the bright orange colored room and followed Gibbs to the center area with four desks.

"McGee, update," Gibbs ordered and the blonde haired agent from before stood up.

"Alright, Justin Donahue, 35 years old marine sergeant. He worked at the base as an accountant. He was married to Anthony Dinozzo, 37, model for Calvin Klein. Donahue was disliked by a couple coworkers but not many. He seemed to be a nice guy," McGee explained. Tony walked up to the screen and stared at his deceased husband's photo. McGee stood beside the TV screen as Gibbs rested a hand on Tony's shoulder.

"Mr. Dinozzo, go sit at my desk for now," Gibbs motioned softly to his desk. Tony swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. McGee looked to Gibbs who shook his head. "Bishop, anything on bank statements, cell phone records?"

"Yes. Besides Mr. Dinozzo's calls, there were multiple calls to two different numbers, but I'm still working on those. His bank statements show that he received large amounts of money away from paychecks. One was a thirty thousand dollar deposit, two were one hundred thousand dollar deposits and the last one was... Woah, half a million dollar deposit," She paused and all three looked to Tony.

"Do you know anything about these," Gibbs asked and Tony shook his head.

"I never saw...anything for money. Justin normally dealt with the money...I don't even have a bank card," Tony admitted and Gibbs nodded.

"McGee, track where those deposits came from immediately. Mr. Dinozzo, we're going to a conference room to talk," Gibbs said. Tony followed Gibbs to the closest conference room and locked the door. Gibbs and Tony both sat down.

"I swear I have no idea where those amounts would have come from. Justin didn't give me money unless it was for me to get groceries. Even then he gave me cash for that. I didn't question him or anything because I knew if I did he would've..." Tony stopped. Gibbs looked to him and nodded.

"You can tell me," Gibbs mumbled softly.

"He wouldn't come home until late at night, around midnight most nights. He would be drunk off his ass and he would come in our bedroom at night. He'd wake me up for sex and then go to sleep after he was..satisfied. I would go to work after he did and come home before him. I'd make him dinner but half the time he wouldn't show up. I'd leave his plate in the microwave for him. When he came home around seven, he would complain about the food being cold and punch me for that. He never punched me in the face, always somewhere it would be hidden or easily hidden." Tony started to sob. Gibbs rested his hand on his shoulder and rubbed soothingly.

"Calm down, it'll be okay," Gibbs whispered reassuringly. Tony shook his head and cried.

"He'll haunt my dreams. He'll still be there." Tony sniffled and wiped his eyes. "May I have a drink of water," Tony asked very quietly and Gibbs nodded. He handed Tony a plastic cup of water from the cooler and set it in front of him. "Can you just give me a list of people that you might know of who would want him dead?"

"I couldn't. I don't know any of the people he associated with. The only person I could think of is Anthony Dinozzo Sr," Tony said softly and furrowed his brow.

"Why would your father want him dead," Gibbs asked and Tony sighed.

"He would want both of us dead. He can't stand the fact that I'm gay," Tony admitted. Gibbs nodded and wrote the information down on the notepad. "I'm sorry, I'm just... I still loved Justin even though he did these things to me, you know? I just... I don't understand... Ugh!" Tony threw his hands up in defeat. "What's gonna happen Gibbs," Tony asked solemnly.

"For what, Tony?"

"I mean he was military. I'm not trying to sound selfish here but I thought money was involved? If it is, I want to know so I can decide what to do with it," Tony explained and Gibbs nodded.

"Yeah, the courts will decide what happens. Did Justin have any family," Gibbs asked. Tony shook his head. Gibbs sighed softly and looked up to Tony. "I know you want to go back to your house and rest, but if your father does want you dead, and this was him, I don't want you at your house," Gibbs warned and Tony bit his lip.

"So where do I go? I don't have any family other than him, nor do I have any other place." Tony crossed his arms lazily over his chest. Gibbs blushed a little.

"I'm putting you at my house. There will be agents guarding the house at all times," Gibbs said and Tony nodded.

"Thank you so much for all your help," Tony mumbled and Gibbs nodded. They both got up and walked out of the room in silence and towards the bullpen. McGee and Bishop worked steadily. "Mind if I hang out here until you leave? I can haul a cab if not, just need your address..." Tony trailed off as he looked towards the elevator. Tony hid behind Gibbs' desk quickly and Gibbs looked over to the elevator. A man with tanned skin, blue eyes, white hair, and heavy set with a fancy suit on came over with two police officers holding him.

"Can I help you officer," Gibbs asked quietly.

"We found him lurking around the crime scene. Don't know what he was doing there, but he kept saying he was looking for his son," one police officer said and Gibbs nodded.

"Interrogation room one," Gibbs ordered and the officers brought him down with McGee behind them. Once they were gone, Gibbs looked over to his desk. "Tony, come on out." Tony slowly peered over the desk and looked around. He stood up fully and let out a breath.

"I hope he didn't see me," Tony mumbled.

"I don't think he did Mr. Dinozzo. But just a quick little question." Bishop waved him over to her desk and he walked over. "Did you know your husband was talking with your dad and another man named Geoff Heinz," Bishop asked and Tony shook his head.

"I don't even know Geoff," Tony stated and Bishop looked to Gibbs.

"BOLO out on Heinz and track his card and phone. Dinozzo, with me," Gibbs ordered as they left the bullpen. He had grabbed the case file on the way out. Tony followed close behind Gibbs and bumped into him when he stopped in the stairwell. Gibbs started to fall but Tony grabbed him by the waist. Tony blushed as Gibbs steadied himself and got out of Tony's grasp. Gibbs leaned into Tony's ear and whispered, "Not here, we'll talk about our past tonight." Tony nodded as they sat on the steps.

"So, why are we stopping here," Tony asked.

"That man in there is your father, yes?" Gibbs waited and finally got a nod from Tony. "I want you in the watch room to see what he says. You'll see why after." Gibbs put a gentle hand on Tony's shoulder.

"If that man killed Justin, I might be...grateful... I mean after all he did to me, I just... I couldn't handle it anymore," Tony stated as he stood up. He helped Gibbs up and smiled as Gibbs leaned against him a little bit.

"C'mon let's go get this interrogation over with." Gibbs walked down the steps all the way to interrogation and showed Tony the room he was going to watch from. Gibbs gave a small smile before going into the interrogation room with Dinozzo Senior.

"I want my lawyer present," Senior stated and Gibbs nodded.

"Alright, fine." Gibbs turned back towards the door and walked out. Before he closed the door, Senior shouted, "Wait, I'll talk!" Gibbs smirked a little and walked in the room. He tossed the file on the desk and sat down with his fingers laced together.

"Mr. Dinozzo, I wanna know what you were doing at our crime scene," Gibbs said quietly and Senior sighed.

"Like I told the cops, I was looking for my son! Anthony Dinozzo Jr. I needed to tell him something extremely important." Senior crossed his arms and Gibbs furrowed his brow.

"What," Gibbs asked.

"I was going to tell him that a deal I went through with went wrong, and that he was in danger," Senior said. Gibbs nodded and pulled out the printed phone records of Donahue's.

"Why did you call Justin Donahue's cell phone numerously the past few weeks," Gibbs asked.

"He was part of the deal. No one was supposed to get hurt. I told Justin that someone was coming to the house to take Tony and bring him back to me. I was going to change his mind about being gay! He has disgraced the Dinozzo family name with it! I paid Donahue 30,000 dollars to keep quiet about it," Senior explained.

"That explains where that sum of money came from. There were four deposits made to his account, one being 30,000 dollars." Gibbs shrugged and Senior nodded.

"The other sums were two one hundred thousand dollar deposits and a half million right," Senior asked and Gibbs furrowed his brow.

"How did you know that," Gibbs asked skeptically.

"He embezzled that money from work. Mr. Heinz was supposed take that money for himself once I had Tony back, but Donahue wasn't supposed to be killed!" Senior leaned back in the chair.

"I hope you know that Tony has heard all of this." Gibbs crossed his arms and Senior sighed.

"I'm sorry Junior. I wish I could change everything. But you need to get somewhere safe. Heinz is looking for you." Senior closed his eyes. He opened them again and looked at Gibbs. "Arrest me, charge me. I don't care. I realized I did wrong." Senior held out his hands and Gibbs nodded. He looked back and signed for the recording to be stopped. He stood up and left the room silently and met Tony in the hallway.

"None of that is true. The 'sorry' business. He could care less if I died. I could see it in his eyes," Tony murmured and he turned away from Gibbs to go towards the elevator.

NCIS

Hello everyone! Chapter two is completed. I'll come back tomorrow and post more on this story.

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