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That afternoon when he opened the door, Tony knew he was screwed. Jethro was not happy. A suspect he had known was guilty had a rock solid alibi and not even the Gibbs' stare had broken the man. Now he was going to get away with 6 murders, 2 of which had been naval officers. Needless to say he was pissed.
As he walked through the house, something barreled into him. It was his little sister, Kelly. She was unusually hyper this afternoon and was jumping up and down with worry in her eyes. Just as Kelly opened her mouth to tell him what was wrong, his adopted father called his name from the kitchen.
"Tony. You need to come in here now."
Oh no oh no oh no ohno ohnononononononono
His teacher had called.
Shit
He was screwed.
He walked into the kitchen with his head bowed in shame. He couldn't bear to see the anger that was surely in his adopted parents eyes.
He sat down at the kitchen table and waited for it to start.
Gibbs started.
"Tony."
"Tony. Look at me."
Tony reluctantly looked up at his father. Instead of seeing anger though, he just saw disappointment and ……a little sadness. God it made him angry. It wasn't his fault this was happening.
"Tony. How could you let this happen? Do you realize your failing calculus? This is your future Tony! Not some girl or basketball game! You can't just throw it away. In a couple of months you'll be applying for college. Do you still want to go to Yale? Harvard? Well right now, it's not going to happen. "
At this point, Gibbs was right in his face. Yelling. Loudly.
He could barely control himself. He could feel himself getting angry. It was as if he was heating up, the pressure slowly building in his head. It hurt. Really badly.
After a pause he started again, this time his tone softer.
"Tony. You are brilliant. We all know that for a fact. We just want to know why you are doing this. You've been on a steady decline since the beginning of this school year. Please tell us what's wrong. We just want to help."
Tony stared into his father's eyes. He knew his plea was genuine. And yet he couldn't bring himself to answer truthfully. His fear of rejection and loss of love was too much. And the pressure. It was almost unbearable now. He had to get away.
"Nothing is wrong. I just haven't been sleeping well. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I'll get better. I promise." Tony said in a monotone.
Gibbs looked at him. He knew it was a lie. And yet he couldn't bring himself to pursue it. It had been a long day and he was tired.
"Okay Tony. Go on to bed and we'll discuss this in the morning."
Gibbs said defeat coloring his tone.
Tony stood up and started the long walk to his room. The pressure was building still. But now it was in his hands not just his head. It burned and ached.
God! What is happening to me?
Suddenly it was too much. It hurt and he was doing all he could to hold it in. It was agony.
He was hot. Burning.
He swayed and all of the sudden the floor was rushing up towards him but it wasn't there. He continued to tumble down the stairs until he came to a screeching halt at the bottom. The agony, the pressure was still there. And then it became too much. The last thing he heard was his father screaming to call ducky.
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