Note: Alright, this is more or less a filler chapter, but I wanted some brotherly dynamic in here, so here we go!

Chapter Six

"So," Danny said, hanging up his phone and turning to Tony, who was searching his computer for information on their killer. "Ravenshold on Saturday."

Tony nodded, flashing him a thumbs-up, immersed in his work. Danny sighed, slumping to the ground behind his brother's desk, watching him work. Mac shot him a concerned look, but he ignored it, not feeling up to dealing with anything right then. He was tired, had been for months. Getting attacked in the subway hadn't even been the worst thing that had happened in the last few weeks. He had had to give the order to let Louie die just a few days later. It was a never-ending cycle and he just couldn't seem to get out of it. Tony glanced at him in concern. "You alright?"

"Louie's funeral was last week," Danny said softly, and Tony blinked. Danny hadn't called him about it, and he was pretty sure neither of the others knew of Louie's death either. "I had them turn off life support." He shook his head. "I didn't think it would hurt so much. He sold me to Sassone. He…"

"Is still your brother," Tony said just as softly, leaving his chair to sit next to his little brother on the ground. Gibbs's glare turned into a concerned look within seconds, but he just waved it aside. "And you still love him."

"I shouldn't," Danny mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. Tony sighed, taking his brother's glasses and setting them on the desk before wrapping his arms around him. Danny turned into his embrace, burying his face in the side of Tony's neck. "Not after what he did."

Tony tightened his hold, pulling Danny onto his lap and running a hand through the younger blonde's hair as Danny's tears wet his shirt. "He died for you, Danny," the agent whispered, allowing his younger brother to cry. Danny, as stubborn as he was, had probably not let the emotions out, and had been drowning in them for the past week. They were getting worried and confused looks from the rest of the team and Mac, although the New York CSI looked more resigned than anything else. He had, apparently, expected Danny to eventually fall apart. Probably not in the middle of a case at NCIS HQ, but he had been expecting it.

Danny, who had been trembling from his tears, stilled suddenly and Tony frowned. He recognized when Eyes went into a vision. Danny mumbled something to Tony, but didn't move from his spot on his brother's lap. Tony nodded and looked up, meeting Gibbs's curious blue eyes. Gibbs came closer, leaning over his senior agent's desk.

"Boss, would you believe me if I told you that our murderer was going to be at 375 Moons Avenue in an hour and a half? And not ask any questions until later?" Tony asked, a wary look on his face.

Gibbs frowned, eyeing the two Italians. "What's going on?"

Tony hesitated and then sighed. "Our brother was killed protecting Danny. His funeral was last week and Danny's not been handling it well."

"You're related?" Gibbs asked in surprise. All evidence pointed towards Tony being an only child.

"It's complicated," Tony mumbled, frowning when he realized that Danny had fallen asleep against him. The CSI had to be completely exhausted to have been that unaware. They had been trained for war, afer all. "And not very well known."

Gibbs nodded, eyeing them again, and then stood. "McGee, Ziva! Gear up! Our perp's at 375 Moons Avenue!"

When they had left, Mac came around the side of the desk, crouching next to the two of them. "You're hiding something," he stated softly. He gently unclasped Danny's hand from Tony's shirt, unbandaging it and checking over the nearly-healed wounds that sliced through his palm and through to the other side. "I'm not going to pry, but Danny is one of my CSI's and I would like to know if he's involved in something dangerous."

Tony met his gaze and found to his surprise that this man seemed to be a lot like Gibbs. In other words, Mac viewed Danny as a surrogate son and there would be no point in lying to him because he would be able to tell. "We thought that perhaps we had gotten away, but it seems that we're being pulled back into a war that we never wanted to fight in. And there's a good chance that we won't get out of it unscathed."

Mac frowned, moving to Danny's other hand. "He hasn't been sleeping well. Maybe an hour or two a night a night for the past six months," the older CSI revealed.

Tony sighed. Danny was probably having visions again. Seeing the war and the crime scenes they investigated was enough to turn anyone off of sleeping. But Danny could have called any of them and they would have helped him through the visions. It seemed, though, that his 'lessons' from the days in Tanglewood were still affecting him. "I'll call our brothers. We'll help him," Tony said.

Mac raised an eyebrow at the mention of brothers, as he was pretty sure that Louie was Danny's only brother. But he said nothing, having realized that the two could not possibly be this close without some sort of explanation. He sat back as Tony awkwardly pulled a phone from his pocket, trying not to jostle Danny. If the CSI had gone without sleep for as long as Mac said he had, then there was no reason to not let him get as much as he could now.

"Hey Robbie," Tony said softly, smiling as he got his little brother on the phone. "Listen, Eyes is having trouble sleeping again. Usual cause, probably. Think you can give him something for it?"

"He trying to get through it on his own?" Chase asked with a small sigh.

Tony gave a short, humorless chuckle. "Don't we all?"

"True." There was a short pause and then, "I'll head his way. He'll be in New York tomorrow, right?"

"Right," Tony confirmed. "Although he'll be at Ravenshold on Saturday, so I suppose it could wait until then."

"Alright. I'm heading up there Friday, so I'll see you then."

Tony hung up, smiling slightly. Although they were only getting together to deal with the war, he still hadn't seen his brothers in a long while. It was almost exciting to be able to see them all at once. Of course, it would be better if Remus and Sirius were there and the war wasn't the leading cause for the meeting, but he would take what he could get.

By the time the rest of the NCIS team returned, a blonde unhappy looking woman in handcuffs with them, Danny had been asleep for two hours and Tony was beginning to lose feeling in his legs. He didn't, however, move his brother, as he figured that Danny could use the sleep more than Tony needed use of his legs for the moment.

Gibbs ordered the woman down to interrogation with McGee and Ziva, and then rounded on the two Italians on the ground. "She confessed to killing her boyfriend," the agent growled. "Would you like to tell me how you knew where she would be?"

Tony sighed, glancing at Danny. "Boss…that's a long story, and I'm not sure you would believe it…"

"DiNozzo…"

Biting his lip, Tony shot Mac a look, wondering if Danny had or ever would let him know what was going on. "Friday night. Come by my apartment on Friday night and I'll explain it to you."

"I'm holding you to that, DiNozzo," Gibbs grunted before heading for the elevator.