AN: The next one is short. Sorry, about that. But with the European Championship I'm just too lazy to write. Have fun!

Chp.10

(Present)

"Yeah, it was 12 years ago, but nothing changed since then." Tony said, looking straight ahead.

"You're right." Tony thought he'd lose it right then. Tears were forming in his eyes. But then Gibbs continued. "I still love you. And it breaks my heart to see you're hurting and to know it's partly my fault."

Tony didn't say anything. He wasn't about to lose it in the elevator of a federal agency. The agency he worked for. No, he wasn't about to lose it here.

"Come to my place. We have to talk." The senior agent said and exited the elevator before Tony could say something.

Well, he wasn't about to disobey. He already did once today and he knew his boss was pissed off by that. With a sigh Tony went out of the elevator and towards his car. God, he loved his Mustang. What would he do without it? He shook his head. He had other things to worry about right now.

When he arrived at the house, he slowly made his way up the stairs. He wasn't looking forward to this conversation. Damn, he hated it. The door was unlocked as usual. He took off his shoes and slowly walked into the kitchen. He could see his father leaning against a kitchen counter. Tony halted at the frame and leaned against it.

Gibbs looked at him and motioned for him to sit at the table. Tony shook his head. He'd rather stand. If things got ugly, he could pace around to clear his mind.

The senior agent stared at his son for a few more moments. He did that on purpose. Tony'd start squirming. He hated being stared at. The younger man had his eyes glued to the floor. God, he hated reprimands.

"I'm still your boss, Tony. Disobeying a direct order could cost not just your life, but the life of your co-workers out in the field. On the clock you're doing exactly what I'm saying, when I'm saying it. Are we clear?" Tony nodded. "I asked if we're clear."

The young italian blushed slightly. He bit the inside of his cheek to control his temper. "Yes, Sir."

"If you yell at me again, when were on the clock, or if you'll disobey my orders, I'll write you up. Clear?" Tony wanted to punch something right now. "Clear, Special Agent DiNozzo?"

"Crystal, Sir." There was a moment of silence. "Can I go now?"

"No."

"Why the hell not?! We're done here, aren't we?!"

"We're done, when I say we're done."

"We're not on the clock right now." Came the reply.

"Why are you so angry, Tony?" Gibbs asked softly.

Tony glared at Gibbs. "Because you don't trust me!"

"Okay, I thought you'd hurt Smith today, but have you looked at yourself lately? Since that bastard called you you're on the edge. You yelled at McGee for no reason. You're getting too involved in the case."

"What are you expecting?! This is like my own case! When Alan's mom died his father began to hit him! He broke his bones, for god's sake! The boy is eleven! Fifteen surgeries at the age of eleven!" He looked at Gibbs, desperately searching for the love and support he needed. "If I have the opportunity to get this bastard behind bars, I'm doing it."

He couldn't see clearly anymore. Tears were blurring his vision. "I never had the chance to bring him into prison. I'd do anything to help Alan, 'cause I know how it is." He swallowed hard. "I know how it is, if the person who should love and protect you, hits you until you lying on the ground. Bleeding and unconcious..." He looked into Gibbs eyes again. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. "I'd do anything to help Alan." His voice cracked.

Gibbs walked towards his son and hugged him. Tony sagged against him. "He's too young... He... He shouldn't have to go... through that."

The older man rubbed circles across his son's back. "Shh... it's alright, Tony. It's going to be okay." He spoke soothingly. "I'm here, Tony. I'm here. I'm not letting you down, Son." Tony trembled hard. Gibbs kissed the top of his head softly. "It's okay. Everything's alright. I'm here, my boy. I'm here."

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