A/N : WOAH im soooo sorry I have completely neglected this story, you know how it is: homework, important exams. again really sorry.
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Disclaimer: if I owned ncis,trust me, you'd know about it.
Tony's eyes fluttered open. His neck was stiff from the position he was in on the floor and his sore legs were at an uncomfortable angle. The young man groaned in pain as he sat up and looked around. At first he didn't recognise where he was. Then he remembered. Tony got to his feet and ran towards the stairs as quickly as he could, dodging the half completed boat and knocking over several tools in the process. He was almost at the staircase when a strong pair of hands gripped his shoulders.
"And where do you think you're goin ?" Jethro Gibbs asked, turning the weak man around to face him. Tony said nothing but looked at the floor , avoiding eye contact.
" Tony," he said in a much softer tone " we need to talk."
Gibbs loosened his grip on the young man's shoulders and guided him over to a small work bench.
Dinozzo sat down, fidgeting while Gibbs picked up the tools scattered on the floor. There was a long awkward silence.
" so, you gonna tell me what happened last night?" Gibbs asked. No reply, not that he was expecting one. Gibbs sighed heavily and set himself down on the edge of his boat.
The two stared at each other for a long time before Gibbs spoke again.
"Tony, why did you do it ?"
"Because no one cares." Gibbs wasn't sure what hurt him the most. The small, weak, helpless, voice that escaped the mouth of one of the bravest people he'd ever met or that the young man he adored honestly believed no body cared.
Gibbs rose to his feet, suddenly angry.
"What's wrong with you?" Gibbs asked Tony harshly
"I really wish I knew." came the small reply. Is he really that stupid Gibbs thought to himself still fuming. He watched as Tony slumped his shoulders and began to stare at his hands. Jethro growled, picked up the thin sailing magazine lying next to him and hurled it at his head. Dinozzo looked up, a questioning expression on his face. Gibbs ran his hand through his hair and sat down next to Tony
" You seriously think we don't care about you?" Gibbs asked as Tony continued staring at the floor
"C'mon, everyone thinks the world of you, everyone that matters any way." Jethro really didnt understand where all this was coming from. Tony spoke again, his voice quiet and full of pain
"The one peson that truly mattered hated my guts.
suddenly the memories came rushing back.
Flashback
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dinozzo Sr yelled at his nine year old son. He was fuming. He had been having a very important dinner party and jr had managed to screw it up. Big time.
"I'm really sorry dad" Tony began, grinning to himself, he wasn't the tiniest bit sorry " It was an accident, I swear."
his father growled "firstly," he hissed through his teeth " It's father or sir." This didnt bother Tony, he was expecting that
" and secondly, I don't care if it was an accident. Your a disappointment and you bring shame to this family." He got closer to the young boy before he continued " I want nothing more to do with you".
And somehow, those words hurt more than any beating ever could.