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"Abby what've you got?" Gibbs yelled out as he walked towards her lab, surprised that she hadn't already 'attacked' him.
No response. Just loud music blaring.
"Abbs!" Gibbs yelled again.
"Oh hey Gibbs!" Abby said happily, turning the music off. "This kid is a genius!" She cheered happily.
"Abby please, flattery will get you everywhere." Tony laughed, turning to look at Gibbs.
"Abby, what did you do to him?" Gibbs asked trying to glare at her.
"What are you talking about? He looks fantastic! The collar, totally completes his outfit!" Abby said gesturing at Tony's neck that had a black, spiked dog collar with chains around it.
"Thanks again for the new duds, Regina delle tenebre." He said, giving her a megawatt smile.
"Regina what?" Gibbs asked completely lost.
"It means 'Queen of Darkness' in Italian." Abby said happily.
"Well Abbs congratulations, you made friends with a juvenile delinquent. Now do you have anything for me?" He questioned impatiently, ignoring the sound of protest from Tony at being called a delinquent.
"That depends, did you bring two Caf-Pows like I asked?" She asked putting her hands on her hips and starting to pout.
"Right here." He said bringing forward his hands that were full of drinks.
"Yes!" She cheered instantly snatching both of the drinks and handing one to Tony. "You have to try this! It's like the greatest thing in the world! Wait, let me take a picture of your first drink!"
After taking a drink, Tony's eyes went wide. "Oh mio bene, questa è la cosa più sorprendente mai!" He said as Abby snapped a picture of them together.
"I don't know what that means, but I think you like it!" Abby yelled as she started jumping up and down.
"Do you have something for me or not?!" Gibbs yelled in his usual gruff voice.
"Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on grandpa. I brought everything back and it's all set for you to use." Tony told him, stepping away from the computers.
"Alright lets go, I'll drive you home." Gibbs said walking back towards the sliding doors.
"Gibbs, you can't take him back!" Abby said wrapping Tony in a tight hug.
"Abbs, despite the collar he's not some stray you can take in off the streets." Gibbs told her, hoping that she didn't want to stay in contact with the punk.
"I gotta get back anyway. Thanks for the collar Regina delle tenebre. If you're ever on the streets, look me up." Tony told her smiling as he walked away.
~NCIS~
He walked towards the parking lot cautiously. He really didn't want to be alone with this guy, it always seemed like he could see right through him. And the way those blue, steely eyes could stare into his soul, it freaked him out. Gibbs then took a turn and walked up to a restored Challenger.
"No flippin way!" Tony yelled running towards the car, his hands ghosting over it. "There's no way this is yours, this car is way too cool!"
"Yeah it's mine, you wanna ride in it?" Gibbs asked, noticing the way his eyes lit up at the offer.
"Would I ever! This is so cool!" He exclaimed as took a seat in the passenger side of the car. "Do you know how many movies this car has been in?"
Gibbs looked over and actually felt a smile on his face as he took in the bouncing teenager. It looked as if someone had just invented the cure for cancer he was so happy.
"Wait!" Tony yelled suddenly, causing Gibbs to stomp on the brakes, jerking the car forward.
"What?!" Gibbs yelled.
"Can I put one of my CD's in?" He asked a flash of hope going through his eyes.
"Fine." Gibbs growled. This kid was probably going to put some kind of stupid gangster CD in. But he was startled out of his thoughts as he heard Frank Sinatra singing 'That's Life.'
"You listen to Frank Sinatra?" Gibbs asked incredulously, noticing how Tony had a faraway look in his eyes as he gazed out the window.
"Only all the time! He's one of my favorites. It just seems like his music can explain everything in the world, and make all of it better. I used to listen to his music all the time with my mom, hours spent listening to her play the piano and Sinatra sing." He said quietly.
"Sounds like you and she had some good times." Gibbs observed.
"Yeah, depends on how you look at it." Tony muttered.
"Where's your dad?" Gibbs questioned, trying to figure out more about this kid.
"That b*st*rd doesn't give a d*mn about me, and the world would be better off if he was dead." Tony answered bitterly.
"Oh come on, it can't be that bad." Gibbs tried to reason.
"You don't know me, or anything about me." Tony spat angrily.
"Well, if you would talk more than a few sentences maybe I would know more." Gibbs suggested. This kid was changing moods faster than a couch potato changes channels on TV.
"Says the functional mute." He quipped sarcastically. "Look can you just drop it? So I don't have perfect parents. Who does?"
"Alright fine, don't talk about it. Will you at least tell me where to drop you off at? Gibbs asked as he realized that he didn't know where he was going.
"Just drop me off in front of the Smithsonian." Tony said turning away from the window. As Gibbs looked over he realized that the light had died from his eyes and he had shut down his emotions.
"Come on, give me an address. You weren't serious about the living off the streets thing were you?"
"Never mind, you can just let me out here." Tony said getting out of the car.
"Tony wait!" Gibbs yelled, but the door had already slammed closed.
Getting out of the car, he went to go after the kid but he was already gone. Again. "How fast can that kid run?" Gibbs huffed under his breath.
I have to admit I have a bit of writers block. So it will probably take a while for me to post another chapter.
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