Hey everyone. Sorry it took so long for me to update. but here it the awaited Chapter 2

~ Stabler 'n' Gibbs' Gurl

When he and the rest of the team returned to their desks, Tony was there already filling out the report that needed to be done. Ziva, who was still a little shaken up sat done and made the transfers of the evidence from Abby's lab to the evidence lockup. McGee, whom Tony seemed to throw no sense of anger towards what so ever, turned at the elevator to go and grab coffee for Gibbs and the rest of the team. Gibbs sat down at his desk and stared at his computer, waiting for nothing. Before he knew it, a report was slapped on his desk and he looked up to see the back of Tony's head walking back over to his desk. Finally making up his mind, he got up and started towards the elevator, he opened his mouth to bark out 'DiNozzo!' when his cell phone rang.

"Yea, Gibbs." A few second's later, Gibbs took his free hand and brought it up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Yea, on it." Clipping his phone shut, he turned back to only find one pair of eyes staring at him. "Ziva, call McGee, tell him we got a case. Where the hell is DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, knowing fully well he was just there. Ziva nodded her head to the side, making Gibbs turn only to see Tony leaning against the wall, down button pushed and 2 bags slugged over his shoulder. The elevator opened to a confused McGee with 4 coffees. Tony walked in, gently taking the coffees and replacing it with McGee's bag, only to have McGee's jaw drop. Tony never helped him out. Not without bragging. Tony gave McGee, Gibbs and Ziva their coffee's before taking his own and throwing out the tray in the elevator's trashcan. Staring at the doors, and not at the 3 pairs of worried, shocked and curious eyes, he took a sip of his coffee before asking his infamous line.

"What've we got, Gibbs?"

Leaving them to today, Tony had gotten back from Ducky not 30 minutes ago and was still on task about searching for their escaped suspect. As they were closing in Tony wasn't so lucky to get hit with a brick again. Instead, as he sneaked down the empty corridor of the abandoned work yard, the suspect crept up behind him and knocked him unconscious with a metal shovel. Insisting he was fine and stated he was not going to the hospital, he agreed with Ducky and the medical staff on duty, not Gibbs that the ME could check him out.

"Well, Anthony, it appears that you have quite a bump, and a mild concussion to go with it. Nothing too major, just keep an ice pack on it and try not to run. I would feel better however if you would conceder stopping by before you leave?" Ducky had said with a light pat on his back. Shaking his head, he never quite understood how the young man before him could whine in agony at a paper cut, yet play off a concussion as if it was a walk in the park.

"Thanks Duck, and I will, promise." Tony had said as he hopped off the table and took the ice pack. With a smile, he walked out of the morgue and took the elevator to his desk. This led from today to now. Now they were just sitting at their desks doing what he had asked them to as he thought about the past 5 days. Looking up at the sound of something shaking, he saw Tony run a slightly shaking hand threw his hair and grab the aspirin bottle out of the second drawer. Grabbing the water bottle that was also in there, he slammed the drawer closed again, receiving another grimace that appeared on his mouth. Finally popping the cap off, he downed 3 of the pills and half the bottle of water, before putting everything back in the draw and began to update the cell phone call log. That was when he realized just how hurt Tony was, for if he needed painkillers, it was bad. Hearing the ping of the update finally made it all click.

Tony started to act like this after Vance called him up to his office for 40 minutes.

Finally wanting to get to the bottom of this, he stood up and stalked towards the elevator.

"DiNoz-"

"Gibb's what do we have so far on this case? I want it closed as soon as possibly!" Gibbs turned around to see Director Vance walking into his team's area and looking at the plasma. With a growl he walked back into the area and stood next to him.

"Well McGee is trying to triangulate his cell phone with the cell towers; Ziva is checking any nearby places he would normally crash. DiNozzo just finished updating his call log and is now running known associates." He said as he took a small sip of coffee.

"Which just pulled up." Tony said with nothing in his voice. "McGee, do the clicky click thing." Tony said as McGee pulled the photos up onto the plasma. "Before he was released, these were his inmates. Tommy 'Black Bone' Carter. He's called Black Bone because one punch and your bones would bruise so bad they'd be black. Also there's Dominic Partsana and Joey Aldetorno. Seems like they started their own little Italian Mafia in side the jail. Like in th-" With out even thinking, Gibb's right hand connected with Tony's head.

"Don't even try it, DiNozzo." Gibbs said before looking at him. Only when he turned his eyesight was met with the Director, and said Director looking at the ground in shock. Looking down, he was speechless to see Tony with his knees and left hand stable on the ground. His right hand held the back of his head tightly as the pain was clear on his face. It was silent for a little, so Gibbs decided to break it. Not thinking before he did.

"Ahh…Toughen up, DiNozzo."

He was met with a small laugh. Just barely audible but from Tony nonetheless. Slowly that small laugh began to get louder and shallower, and before they knew it, he was on his feet and cracking up.

"Ha! 'Toughen up, DiNozzo'. Sure am going to miss that! Thanks Gibbs, really. Now I understand why everyone was so damn sure the second B in your name was bastard. HA! But seriously, is that all you got? Come on! Ex-gunny marine like you shouldn't be giving just enough force in that to give me a headache, now should he? Oh, I've had worse!" Tony said still laughing as he went over to his desk and started to turn off his computer.

"DiNozzo, what the hell are you doin'?! It was a light tap, not a bash over the head! Where the hell are you going?!" Gibbs said as he stood tall in front of him, chest to chest. Tony laughed.

"Ya' know, you're not as scary as you think some times. Need to work on the back hand. I would show you, but I need my hands to fill out all of the paper work up ahead. So ask Ziva, or hell, even McGee would do it." Tony said still laughing as Gibbs looked at him like he finally lost it. "Gotta say though…I'm gonna miss your basterdly ways." He picked up his gun and holstered it, before picking up his badge and doing the same on his belt. Turning around to turn off his light, he was turned around again forcefully and shoved backwards, a heavy heave landing on his shoulder.

"What the hell has gotten into you DiNozzo!? You better tell me now damnit or so help me God I'll-"

"You'll what? Fire me?" Tony cut him off with a shove back. He was going to do it again before stopping him self. He got this questioning look on his face before cracking a grin and laughing. The laughter grew harder that he doubled over and was coughing he couldn't breath. Ziva, Gibbs, McGee and the Director looked at him in shock before Gibbs' anger got the best of him and he took a step forward before Tony's words made him stop dead. "Please do! Please fire me! Oh God that would lift so much off of my shoulders!" Tony said threw his laughter. Looking up at Gibbs, who again was shocked, along with pissed and dumbfounded that, was finally when Tony's laughter subsided.

"You didn't tell them did you?" Tony looked around Gibbs and at him. "You an even bigger bastard then him!" Tony laughed as he jerked a thumb at Gibbs, who turned around and stared at him dumbfounded and confused. "But surprisingly, I'm not really surprised. Well that says a lot about your character! And since I'll no longer be seeing you anytime soon, I've always wanted to say this, since I couldn't a week ago!" Tony walked up to Director Vance and stood toe-to-toe with him, looking at him in straight eye level. All traces of laughter gone as rage and fury battled in his eyes and formed a scowl on his face. Ziva swallowed deep as the look on his face was worse then the lab confrontation.

"Shove that fuckin' goddamn toothpick up your ass and use yourself as your own damn puppet! Or! Better yet, swallow it whole and get it caught in your throat and chock on it you fuckin' good-for nothing piece of shit!!! And I swear to every god, if you ever say that I'm worthless, disgusting, or am of no use to NCIS again, like you did weeks ago, you will seriously be seeing not only my badge and attorney, but I will personally see to it that your life is living HELL for the rest of your pathetic life! Not a threat…a promise! I should have taken that goddamn offer before things got fucked up and we had to start working for the worthless pieces of shit you are." Tony spat before turned towards Ziva, who took a step back out of habit.

"Before you say anything…It's 'He finally blew a gasket' not 'basket'. 'The final straw that broke the camels back' not 'the first hay that broke Samuel's pack'. 'Finally popped' not 'bopped'. 'The last straw' not 'the last twig'. Or my favorite, 'His final curtain call' not 'his last drape mall'. Ask McGee for any help for any others." Tony said as Ziva just stared shocked. He turned around, grabbed his last bag and slugged it over his shoulder. Walking towards the elevator, everyone else that was in the entire NCIS top floor looked at him in shock.

"Does ANYONE want to tell me what the hell is going on?!" Gibbs roared as Tony pushed the down button and turned around as it dinged open.

"You see the fucked up ho-hypocritical asshole next to you? Ask his stupid ass! Oh! Wait, forgot! He'll just lie to cover his own ass, so I'll tell ya! For the next 5 years, yea…5 FUCKIN' YEARS, I'm the new Agent Afloat on the USS J.F. Kennedy! Permanently! Every time they get to go home for good, I have to sit and wait for the new fuckin' batch to baby-sit! 5 goddamn years! That's 15 Agent Afloat's combined into 1 long painful hell hole! Then after that, I'm getting transfer permanently to the NCIS unit in Portugal and am demoted to Junior Field Agent. Or I had the options of resigning and never being able to get a job in law enforcement again! I'll be a goddamn Probie! But right now, resigning sounds like a good offer. But, good luck everyone, been a good laugh!" with that Tony stepped into the elevator and headed to the garage.

Gibbs stared at the elevator for what seemed like years, before slowly turning towards the Director. His eyes were filled with rage and his face did nothing to hide it. He stepped right in front of his eye sight and wanted to do nothing but do as Tony says and shove that toothpick up his ass or down his throat. But somehow…some magical way his voice was low, not raised, but then again that might not be a good thing.

"So when were you going to tell me about this huh? Right now or a few days after we first noticed that he wasn't here, tore apart his deserted apartment, saw that his mail was stopped and that he disconnected all of his phones?" With each word, his voice rose and his icy blue eyes turned into a midnight deep blue, a color no one's ever saw. "You tell me what the hell is going on and what was surging threw your atom-sized brain or you're going to have to get another new Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs!"

Director Vance cocked up an eyebrow, as if to ask if he was joking. Blue eyes going black, Gibbs unclipped his badge and chucked it harshly to the ground before looking at McGee and Ziva.

"You make sure this son of a bitch doesn't leave, I'll be back! I don't care what you do. Put him in an interrogation room for all I care, just don't let him leave your site." And with that, he turned and ran towards the stairs, hoping to catch Tony before he got to his car. Knowing the younger man was faster, he took the steps 5 at a time, sometimes to fast he would almost lose his footing. Out of breath, he sprinted to the parking garage and turned the corner, just in time to see Tony's rental pulling a sharp U turn and flying out of there so fast, he almost crashed into the wait bar by the guard shack. Cursing heavily under his breath, he turned back to go back inside and yell at Vance. But seeing Tony standing by the elevator with Abby at his side made him stand stock-still.

Tony's face was one of shock, showing that he'd seen the whole thing, quickly masked by tiredness and rage. Abby had her arms wrapped around his left one as she led him to his car for a final walk out. It was obvious that Tony was oblivious to Gibbs, and that Abby was also. She looked shocked and scared at the same time as Gibbs took a step into the shadows to watch them unseen.

"I should have known that some shit like this was going to happen." Tony said as his arm went around her waist and gave her a slight hug. He looked down at her and he broke again as the tears were rolling fierily down her cheeks. "God, I hate this. I never wanted this to happen, Abby." He whispered as he pulled her into the tightest hug he ever gave anyone and only held tighter as her knees buckled and a heart wrenching sob escaped her, making her cling more to him.

Gibbs could do nothing but watch in saddened horror at the quiet heart-killing scene between them. He'd never seen Tony really cry, like really, really cry. Sure a few tears at Kate and Director Sheppard's funeral, a little more then a few after what happened with Paula, and maybe a few right after what happened with Jeanne, but never a full out bawling of the eyes like this. Best friends and the closest thing Tony ever had to a sister, he and Abby stood there crying together for a good 30 minutes. By the time they were finally starting to settle, they were sitting against the wall, Tony's arm around Abby's shoulders and her head on his. Not knowing the best way to approach them, he did what he would normally do. Full force, head on. As he slowly walked forward, he started to hear Tony's whispers.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. It'll be okay, Abby, I promise. I'll be back, and you'll be the first I call. I'm so, so, so sorry. I'll call you every week, and write, everything. Please don't be sad Ab, please don't. I never wanted this to happen, never. I'm so sorry Abby, so very sorry." Abby just hugged him close and mumbled something Gibbs couldn't quite hear. Finally stepping into the light, Tony looked up and into his blazing blue eyes. And he heard every syllable.

"Aw, shit."

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