Abby and palmer were heading down to autopsy to see Tony to make sure Tony was ok when they started hearing shouting and yelling, however it the crash on the loud curse that had Abby rushing into the room, with palmer in tow.

The scene that met Abby should have made her laugh in any other situation, however having been warned that Tony was not his usual self had Abby almost in tears.

Tony was standing on top of a autopsy table breathing very heavily, Gibbs along with ducky had their hands up in the surrender position, dean was walking up to Tony from the front and Sam was going from behind. Dean was talking low but soothing to Tony. From her distance she could not understand what he was saying to his brother. But she could see that it was slowly calming him down. There was a tray with a bunch of scattered tools around it, well guess that's where the loud crash came from.

She took another look at Tony who was still standing on top of the table. He was dirty and greasy looking. He had a leather jacket not zipped up and only a pair of boxers. From what he could see on his upper body were multiple bruise and scabs that all were strait lines. The sight sickened her. Tony was obviously beat with whip.

Dean had achieved eye contact with Tony, which Tony was not going to break or so it seemed. Every no and then Tony would nod his head or shake it. His expression was blank but Abby was sure that if she got close enough that she would see a boatload of emotions going threw his usually green eyes. Abby took a small step into the room where Gibbs instantly whipped his head around and shook his head no, a clear indication that she should not come any further.

Tony started to kneel down on the table, a clear indication that dean was successful in talking down Tony from his position. At this point dean started to talk a little louder so that everybody could here what he was saying.

"Ok buddy Sam is going to grab your shoulders so you don't fall is that ok?" Tony hesitantly nodded his head; he quickly turned his head to look at Sam who gave a nod in encouragement to Tony.

"Gibbs what's going on with Tony?" Abby asked Gibbs in a very low whisper.

"Tony freaked out when ducky tried to give him a shot to calm him down. Jumped up on a table and made a tray of instruments go crashing down on his way up. Wont let anybody touch him except for dean and now apparently Sam. I don't know what to do for him Abbs." Gibbs said his face giving no emotions away however his voice was laced with concerned for his agent, no his son.

By this time dean had gotten Tony to sit down on the table. Dean heaved himself on top of the table to sit next to Tony on his right while Sam sat on the left. "Tony buddy…you have to let ducky here give you the shot it will make you feel a lot better ok, please…I will be right here with you, the entire time I promise." Dean said to Tony. Tony looked to dean and grabbed his leg with hand and slowly nodded his head. Ducky took that as an ok to go and prepare the syringe. Meanwhile Tony was leaning up against Sam and had moved his hand to the side of deans T-shirt again fisting it. Ducky slowly walked up to Tony and said to him

"There now dear Anthony just a slight pinch on your arm and you will start to feel a lot better." Duck brought the needle closer to Tony and Tony shrank back as far as he could into Sam and when he could not longer go any further he started to pull deans shirt closer to him, well he tried at least. Dean started rubbing Tony's arm and telling him it was ok.

Tony had taken the jacket off somewhere in his fight to get away from the needle the first time. It had landed in a heap on the opposite side of the room. So it was easy to give Tony the shot.

It broke everybody's heart to hear Tony whimper against the needle.

"There you are my lad, you should start to feel more relaxed and if you feel like it just go ahead and go to sleep ok dear boy?" ducky smiled softly as Tony's head started to nod forward, at last finding a resting spot on Sam's shoulder. Tony's eyes were still fighting to stay open while his hands were still clenching onto deans shirt. Finally with one final blink Tony's eyes stayed closed and his hands finally stilled on dean's shirt.

"What shall we do with you my dear boy" ducky said as he helped Sam and dean position Tony on his back on the autopsy table.