I do not own NCIS or any of its characters.

Yes, this is a new and improved chapter then from last time. I changed the second half of it because I did not like the original one.

Gibbs and Tony stood in front of Tony's desk and Gibbs said, "Can you explain this to me?" he asked gesturing to Tony who looked horrible.

"I take it he told you," said Vance, his eyes flickering between the two men before him.

"Yeah, he did."

Vance's eyes rested on Tony.

"Director, I didn't mean to tell him. It slipped out..."

Vance's eyes narrowed.

"...and I mean I just woke up."

"Cut the crap, DiNozzo. So Gibbs knows, this makes the task more difficult, but not impossible."

"So you two have been keepin' this from me because you thought that I'd made it difficult?"

"I know how much you care about the well being of DiNozzo, so it seemed easier to keep it between us. The whole fighting thing can be a bit of a turn off. But I assure you that once this mission is over you will know of any more, Gibbs."

"So you're not going to tell me who this guy is?"

"No."

"I think I have the right to know."

Vance leaned forward in his seat, " I'm not going to tell you who this guy is because we don't even know."

"...What?"

"There have been some...many suspicious reports surrounding him and his family. The worst of such bad doings being treason, I feel that we may be stumbling upon a big man, Gibbs."

"But there's more, isn't there."

Vance leaned back and laced his fingers together, "Yes. So besides DiNozzo receiving several injuries, no of which are major, how could he be in harms way?"

Gibbs said nothing but motioned for Tony to leave with him. Just as they were about to the door Abby burst in, "Director, I demand that there is to be justice. If Tony leaves then I too will leave."

Abby was greeted by three confused looks, "Am I missing something or..."

"I'm not getting fired, Abbs."

Abby looked between Vance and Tony, then to Gibbs, "Oh."

Gibbs pushed them both on there backs out the door and closed it behind him.

"But you were late and McGee told me that you were at Vance's office. And I assumed the worst, and I guess I freaked out a little."

Gibbs cocked his head.

"Or a lot."

"It's okay, Abbs. We were just talking to the director about the case and..."

Gibbs saw Abby'sface slowly turn into shock when she was looking at Tony.

"...and," said Gibbs talking slightly quicker, "He was late because a couple of guys mugged him yesterday."

"But, I'm okay," added in Tony.

Abby nodded and hugged him, " Its just that time of year. The fact of losing a friend always makes me crazy."

"You want to talk about it?"

"No, I have lots of work to do, so I'll see you guys soon." Abby rushed off and Tony sighed.

"Thanks, boss. For Vance and Abby. I promise it won't happen again, it was just a freak thing."

"Do you have a fight tonight," asked Gibbs saying the word fight with disdain.

"No, not tonight."

"Good, after work go home and get some rest. At least do it for Abby."

"Sure."

They headed down to the bull pen and sat down at their desks. Tony looked up at the two people staring at him, "Can I help you two?"

"We are just admiring you bruises," said Ziva.

"Another bar fight?" asked McGee.

Tony quickly stood up and walked over to McGee's desk, "I am a NCIS Senior Field Agent, I do not go out and get drunk every night. In fact when I got out of my car a couple of guys mugged me."

He sat down at his desk and ran his fingers through his hair. He had been much moodier lately than usual, hurting feelings left and right and he didn't even give a damn about it.

Ziva suspected this was not the truth. Didn't he bring his gun and his badge home? If so they would have been on him when he was being mugged and have been taken. Or worse, used against him. But Ziva did not ask not wanting to be a snitch as she called it or a bitch as Tony did.

It was a long day of looking up information and trying to find somebody, anybody, who knew who Sargent Rivers was. Tony was wondering if there even was a Sargent Rivers. But finally the day ended and Tony found himself in the car, driving home. Then his cell phone rang. His other, other phone. Yes he know had three phones. One for work, one for personal, and one for the boys.

"Hey, Tony we want you to come in tonight."

"Hey, Joe. I was just in last night, you guys want me in again?"

"What's the matter? I thought you loved this place."

"Yeah, you know I do. It's just..." Tony was afraid he'd blow his cover if he said no. The guys who did the fighting loved it. It was their escape, their freedom. If he said no they might get suspicious, "All right, I'll be there in a couple of minutes."

"Great. See you there."

Tony snapped his phone shut, and he grimaced when he thought about all of the upcoming fights.

Gibbs's knuckles were white on his steering wheel as he was driving home. The one comforting thought was that Tony was safe at home. Hopefully enjoying a pizza and watching on of his thousands of movies.

Jab, jab. Block, block, block. Punishing blow to the side of the head. Tony fell to the ground.

Gibbs pulled into his garage and locked his car.

The other opponent got on top and started mercilessly beating Tony in the face and torso.

Gibbs got inside of his house and securely locked his gun away and headed up the stairs.

Tony brought his hands up to try defending himself, but the blows kept coming. But the man was tiring.

Gibbs bounded down the stairs to his basement now comfortable in some blue jeans and a sweatshirt.

The man stopped for a second to get a breathe when Tony slammed his fist right into the mans face.

Gibbs sat down on his stool and held on of his tools in his hands.

The man yelled in pain and Tony took advantage of it. He rolled over onto the man and he too started pounding him.

Slowly and carefully Gibbs smoothed the frame of his boat, feeling the wood beneath the tool.

Tony threw down punches also but the man was not nearly as good as blocking them.

Gibbs continued sanding, trying to clear his head of all of the thoughts pouring onto him...Kelly and Shannon, everynight. There faces in his mind.

Punch after punch Tony threw and the people around him were screaming for it to go on.

But tonight he was also thinking about his Senior Field Agent.

The man went limp and several other fighters came in to try to pull Tony away.

He tried not to think about what he did almost every night ,what he had to face. Because of his pride and Vance.

The men pulled Tony off the rink and he saw the lifeless figure laying down on the ground.

The one comforting thought that Gibbs had was that his agent was safe, at least for tonight.

Tony looked at the shocked expressions of the other fighters and once again back at the man on the ground.

Gibbs would confront Tony about this again tomorrow. He didn't care.

"What happened man?" asked Joe. Tony was about to say he was so sorry when the fighters started praising his and giving him rough pats on the back.

Gibbs lay down his tools on the workbench and headed out of his basement.

Tony walked through the crowd and went up the stairs to the bar.

Gibbs headed into his room and picked up the picture of him, Kelly and Shannon on his nightstand.

Tony sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. Hue silently slid it to him. "What?"

Gibbs said a silent prayer for them and turned off his light.

"You pounded that man well after he was unconscious! What has gotten into you?"

Gibbs closed his eyes and started to fall asleep.

Tony lit a cigarette, "So I got a little carried away, and I was angry and-"

His thoughts were slowly fading away from him, and he turned over so that he was facing the door.

"Angry at what? And I thought you said you didn't smoke?" Tony shrugged. "I don't," he left some money on the counter and left.

Finally sleep overcame Gibbs and he let go all the thoughts that had been burdening him the whole day.

Tony spent the rest of the night cleaning off his wounds.

So that was my new and improved chapter. I'm pretty proud about it and I kept wait to update my next chapter.