AN: Oh boy... I'm lazy. Sorry for this long delay. I give you 2 chaps today, so you know how sorry I am. Thanks for sticking to my stuff. Means a lot to me. Have fun reading. ILU Greg

Chp.9

After a while Gibbs got Smith talking. The man confessed everything. How he began to beat his son after his wife Caroline died of cancer and how he got all drunk and beat him just because he felt the need to. They got him. Sadly the boy had no one else anymore. But he'd soon come to a loving foster family. Gibbs would make sure of that.

He slowly walked back to the bullpen, thinking of how he screwed up. He should have trusted Tony. He knew the boy had some trust issues, but Tony had never told him much about it. Maybe he really should have that talk with DiNozzo Sr. now. It would satisfy the senior agent a bit, if he could hurt Fabio DiNozzo for at least one of the times, the man had hurt Tony.

When he arrived at the bullpen, everything looked normal. It just didn't feel normal. There was a great deal of tension in everyone.

"He confessed. Write your reports." After about 45 minutes, he felt eyes on him. He looked up. "What is it, McGee?"

"I finished my report, Boss." He answered unmoving.

Gibbs blinked. "Then what are you waiting for? Give it to me and go home." Two chairs were pushed back at once, as McGee and Ziva made their way to their boss' desk. "Good. You can go home, too, David."

With a quick 'Good night' they went away. Just Tony kept typing. Sure he was slower when it came to typing, but he should've been finished by now. Injured hand or not. Gibbs stood up, shut off the lamp and went over to his senior field agent's desk.

"I meant you, too, Tony."

"Haven't finished my report yet." Came the cold reply.

"You can finish it tomorrow."

"I can finish it now." The younger man argued.

"Don't start arguing with me now." And in a softer voice he added. "You need some sleep." Tony sighed. "Come on." Gibbs switched off the lamp and grabbed his son's backpack.

Tony shut down his computer and followed Gibbs to the elevator. Once inside the senior agent handed Tony his backpack. "Thanks." The young man mumbled.

"You know I trust you, right?" No reply came and his heart sank. "Tony?"

"You didn't trust me when they said I'd take drugs."

Gibbs furrowed his brows. "What are you talk-" He stopped himself. "That was 12 years ago!"

(Past)

"Thank you, Sir. Yes, I'll talk to him about it. Yes. Thank you. Bye." Gibbs hung up. This just wasn't possible. Why would he do something like that? His son would never do something like that, or would he?

The frontdoor opened and the boy in question came in. He was just like any other 16 year old boy. But definitely cheekier. He threw his backpack next to the door and his jacket over the couch.

"Hey, Dad." He smiled.

"We have to talk."

The smiled vanished. "Oookaaay. 'Bout what?"

"Jason Peter's father just called me. Told me his son takes drugs."

"Yeah. He smokes pot and takes some E." Tony shrugged.

"Jason said you smoked, too."

"What?! I didn't take any drugs!" He exclaimed.

"Why would he say something like this, if it wouldn't be true?" Gibbs asked.

"You saying you don't believe me?!" The boy yelled.

"Is there a reason Jason would lie?!"

"This is some fucking shit! You believe some junkie more than me!"

"Watch your tongue!"

"Why the fuck should I listen to you now?!"

Slap!

His cheek was on fire. He was too dumbfounded to move.

He did NOT just hit his son, did he? His hand was hot. What did he think?

For a moment Tony just stared at him. Then he turned around and stormed out of the house.

"Tony!" Gibbs yelled. "Tony!"

He drove around for about 5 hours now. Desperately searching for his son. He knew he'd been out of line and he had to apologize for that. Then something came to his mind. The park. Where else would he be but the basketball court. So Gibbs drove there. He was scared. It was already getting dark and junkies and other people he wasn't so sure about were walking through the park.

He jumped out of the car the minute he arrived, walking straight to the basketball court. Passing the playground on his way. Then he saw him. Sitting on a bench with his head in his hands was Tony. The boy's shoulders were shaking. He was crying. It broke Gibbs' heart to see what he'd done to his son.

He slowly made his way towards him. He wanted to hug Tony so much, but he knew that the boy wouldn't let him do that without an apology. He sighed and sat down next to the still shaking figure. Gibbs ran a hand over his face.

"Tony... I'm sorry. I was out of line and... I never wanted to hurt you. It just overcame me and then... before I realized what I did you were gone. You have every right to hate me now. I just... I'm sorry..." His own emotions were overwhelming him right now. Tears were pooling in his eyes.

Tony took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry I yelled, Dad." Then he looked at his father with all the sadness and hurt he felt. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. "Why don't you believe me? I never have nor will I ever take drugs. I don't even drink or smoke. Why don't you believe me?"

Gibbs swallowed hard. "I believe you, Tony. I trust you, my boy. Just..." He motioned for Tony to come nearer. The boy crashed into his father's waiting arms. "God Tony... don't do this to me again. I can't lose you. I can't lose you." He whispered over and over again.

AN: I'm outta my mind, right? What do you think bout this ahm... how do I put this... ahm about this very open Tony, who shows his feelings? Is it too much? I just couldn't bring myself to NOT writing it. I'd love to have some more feelings on the show (Not that much, of course) but a little father/son talk wouldn't hurt, now would it?