Gibbs was greatly concerned for his eldest son. Tony had been becoming increasingly more depressed the past few days. The worse Tony got the more he shut his dad out. Finding out that Tony had heard JJ crying when he wasn't even home caused his gut to churn. He had tried to talk to Tony about it but he just pretended to fall asleep. When he closed the door behind him he heard the sound of crying behind him.

"Hey Gibbs?" Liam called.

"Yeah?" Gibbs asked.

"Is dinner almost ready?" Liam asked.

"Should be ready in about fifteen minutes." Gibbs replied.

"OK" Liam replied.

"Want to take a walk or something?" Gibbs asked.

"I know Stillwater." Liam replied.

"At least get to know the block?" Gibbs suggested.

"Just because I live in the poor part of town doesn't mean I know this block! My friend Noah used to live here before." Liam explained.

"Where does Noah live now? Maybe I can walk you over there tomorrow." Gibbs asked.

"Noah doesn't live in Stillwater anymore, idiot!" Liam snapped.

"Do you have his address? Maybe you could write him a letter?' Gibbs suggested.

"Nobody writes letters anymore!" Liam snapped.

"OK do you have his email address?" Gibbs asked.

"No! I don't know where he went!" Liam snapped.

"Do you think that anybody would know where he moved to?" Gibbs asked.

"No! They don't tell anybody where they take them!" Liam yelled.

"Who's they?" Gibbs asked.

"The people who, never-mind!" Liam snapped running from the room.

Tony was curled up on his bed. He wondered how long it would take for Gibbs to catch on to the fact that he was hurting himself. Cutting was a really stupid idea because once winter was over he would be wearing short-sleeves and Gibbs would see the scars. Maybe he would get lucky and be dead by then. He would be forgotten before he was in the ground. Gibbs said that he would remember and miss him but Gibbs said a lot of things. He looked at the LED lights on the clock beside his bed 7:35PM. It felt like it should be later than that. He pulled himself out of bed and walked over to his dresser and opened his underwear drawer. He found the knife and popped it open. He rolled up his sleeve and sliced his arm. Higher than he had before but harder. He did the same thing on the other wrist and then snapped the knife shut and tossed it back in the drawer. He stumbled back to bed and covered himself back up with the blankets. The door opened and he buried his head under the sheets.

"You hungry, Tony?" Gibbs asked.

"Not really" Tony replied.

"Well I am going to leave the tray in case you get hungry later on." Gibbs replied.

"OK" Tony replied.

"You alright? You are looking a little pale?" Gibbs asked.

"Told ya I wasn't feeling good." Tony mumbled.

"You aren't any warmer than before. Is your stomach bothering you?" Gibbs asked.

"Kinda" Tony admitted.

"You want a ginger-ale?" Gibbs asked.

"Sure" Tony replied.

"I'll get you some crackers too." Gibbs replied.

"Thanks" Tony mumbled.

"Is that blood?" Gibbs asked.

"No I spilled salsa." Tony lied.

"Tony, I investigated murders for over twenty years. I can tell blood from salsa." Gibbs argued.

"Cut myself shaving" Tony fibbed.

"Your face looks fine." Gibbs said.

"Shaving arms got gorilla arms." Tony explained.

"You know it's going to grow back thicker." Gibbs commented.

"That's a wives tale." Tony muttered.

"Suit yourself." Gibbs replied.

"Wanna sleep" Tony muttered trying to end the conversation.

"OK" Gibbs replied.

Gibbs took the tray out of Tony's room and returned ten minutes later with a glass of ginger-ale and small plate of crackers. By the time he got back Tony was really asleep. He set the plate and glass on the bedside table and started out of the room. Once he was out of the room he dialed the number of the only person he could trust with this information. He knew it was late and the person was probably already getting ready for bed but he didn't care. His boy needed help and that was all that mattered to him.

"Hello?"

"Yeah Duck it's me."

"Jethro it is eight thirty."

"I know but it is an emergency."

"What on Earth is wrong? Do I need to come up there?"

"Maybe um Tony has fallen into a deep depression."

"Oh dear"

"What should I do?"

"Well I cannot offer much help but I would strongly recommend you watch him closely and get Rachel to evaluate him and get him a prescription for anti-depressants."

"I will call Rachel first thing in the morning and I will watch him like a hawk."

Tony stood in the doorway of his room. Watching and listening to Gibbs's phone conversation. He was talking to Ducky about him. Rachel was going to be called and Gibbs was going to start watching him like a hawk. They thought he was crazy. Gibbs was going to catch him cutting and then they would haul him off to the nut house. He turned back into his room and starred at himself in the mirror that hung above his dresser. He hated what he saw. He clenched his fist and slammed it into the mirror. He pulled his hand back. It was filled with shards of glass. He punched himself in the face with his glass filled hand and pulled it back. Now half the glass was in his face. He slowly mad his way back to bed falling on top of the sheets. Gibbs wasn't even in there. Ha! So much for watching him like a hawk. That idiot didn't even hear him break the mirror. He forced himself back out of bed and walked back over to the doorway. He swung the door open and leaned out into the hallway.

"Just wait until I am dead! It will be the best day of your life!" Tony yelled.

A/N: Will Tony be able to harm himself behind Gibbs's back? New chapter will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.