This is a story I've been working on for awhile. I keep going over it to make it perfect. Something I normally don't do. Anyway, a few warnings...

THERE WILL BE SEX BETWEEN TWO MALES IN THIS STORY! I would like to say thank you. This story is now my most reviewed and longest story. Let me know what you guys think please? I really really need to know before I just GIVE UP on this story all together. Please?

NOT A HAPPY CHAPTER! MENTIONS OF SEXUAL, MENTAL, AND PHYSICAL ABUSE ON CHILDREN! Okay? Don't say I didn't warn you!

More warnings will be added as the story goes on as I do not know where this is going to end up.

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"You're thinking too loudly, Timothy," Darren sighed as got into the car, "What's up?"

Looking over at the younger man I watched him take a sip of his tea while fiddling with his tie. Even after all this time he still thought he had to wear professional clothing. Though I had to admit he did look cute.

Well, Darren always looked cute or handsome or sexy or just plain beautiful to me. Today seemed different though. Like everything was falling into place and nothing bad could change that.

"I've never been out before," I smiled.

"Out?" Darren questioned confused.

"As bi. After everything with my family I never actually thought I'd do it again. And now I have. I couldn't be happier."

Darren smiled happily at me when I said that. I knew there were still doubts in the mans mind, but slowly I was getting past all of those and I wasn't going to stop until I did.

Seeing that smile though it made me feel a little devilish. I moved quickly threading a hand in Darren's hair and pulling him in for a quick kiss. It wasn't really anything, but it felt amazing doing it.

The smile grew on the mans lips as his nuzzled into my hand before pulling away fully. I was right. Today was going to be a good day. I couldn't wait to see what continued to happen.

"Sorry," I shrugged, "A little possessive."

"Hmm," Darren sounded looking around.

"What?"

"Oh, just wondering when the soundtrack to Mamma Mia was supposed to start playing."

"Possessiveness. My vice."

"Maybe, but you don't smoke."

"Does that make you Sophie?"

Darren opened his mouth to say something as I pulled into my parking spot. I waited a second, but the man simply climbed out of the car and made his way inside of the building.

Shrugging to myself I quickly followed him. As we got into the elevator I saw Darren's smile turn into a smirk, but his eyes never looked away from the doors that were now opening to let another agent on.

My mind was working quickly trying to figure out what was going on in Darren's mind, something I should have known better than trying to do by now, but I came up blank.

"Unsatisfied," Darren sang into my ear low enough the other person couldn't hear, "I skip my pride. I beg you dear."

My breath caught when he sang that, but I kept still until the doors opened again and the agent walked out. Once the doors were closed and we were alone I turned around and glared slightly.

"No nice," I growled.

"Never claimed to be," Darren grinned, "So, you're out for the first time. How does that make you feel?"

"Are you asking as my boyfriend or a psychologist?"

Darren let out a soft scoff as the doors opened once more on our level. Smirking to myself I walked towards my desk leaving Darren in the elevator nodding to Ziva and Tony as I went.

"Well," Darren started in a fake Austrian accent, "Does is interesting. No? How does this make you feel, Timothy?"

Rolling my eyes I resisted the urge to glare at the younger man once more. I did not feel the need to not glare at Tony when he started laughing at Darren and myself though.

Darren pouted slightly before sitting on the floor by my desk. For a few minutes it was quiet everyone simply working on the case. Trying to find anything that would help us solve the murder.

At least it was until Darren started to hum to himself. That was nothing new. Everyone had learned that Darren hated the quiet with a passion. He never said why, but if it was too quiet for too long Darren got shaky.

I took a second to figure out what song he was humming when it hit me. The song from Mamma Mia 'Lay All Your Love On Me'. Of course that was the song that Darren decided to hum. From the smile he knew it too.

"Got a suspect," Gibbs voiced making everyone jump, "Tony, Ziva, get him."

Tony and Ziva nodded their heads and quickly grabbed their gear before leaving. Gibbs took a seat as his desk sipping from his ever present coffee cup, but my eyes focused on Darren who was staring at Gibbs.

"You're going to interview him," Darren stated.

"Yup," Gibbs nodded not looking away from a file in front of him.

"Can I watch? From observation?"

Gibbs finally looked up and stared at Darren. The wheels in his head were turning and if it was anyone else I wouldn't bother to try and figure it out, but this was Darren we were talking about.

Though I knew that Gibbs loved Darren I also knew that neither of them were really talking yet. I don't know what they were waiting for, but I hoped that whatever it was came soon.

This whole thing was tearing Darren apart though he was trying not to show it. By Gibbs not doing anything he was making Darren believe something I did my best to stop. That he wasn't worth it.

That was the thing I had the most difficulty with. Mostly because Darren never let me know where that feeling came from. It was just something that he refused to talk about in any way, shape or form.

His abandonment issues, his need for everything to be organized a specific way. I knew all of that, but never why he thought himself unworthy. No matter how many times I tried.

"Fine," Gibbs shrugged.

Darren smiled in thanks and went back to his research. All too soon, in my opinion at least, everyone was in the observation room watching Gibbs stare down at a boy no older than fourteen named Chris Cho.

Tony, Ziva, and I were trying to decide how Gibbs was going to talk to the kid while Darren was being uncharacteristically quiet. Though I did notice that Darren's eyes never left the boys face.

As Gibbs began to talk I realized something that rarely happened. Gibbs wasn't going to be able to break this kid. Not because he wasn't hiding something, I was sure he was, but whatever he was hiding made him that afraid.

Gibbs seemed to get the same idea after about five minutes. As soon as Gibbs opened the door to leave Darren was there talking quietly. I couldn't hear the words from the observation room, but a reluctant Gibbs let Darren into the interrogation room.

"Another cop," Chris sneered.

"Cop?" Darren questioned looking down at himself, "Okay, that's it. I'm done looking professional."

"Wait, you're not a cop?"

"No, the profession I'm going into is a hell of a lot more feared."

"What's that?"

"Psychology."

The boy scoffed softly but I could see the amusement in his eyes. Darren had that affect on people. Though now I just had to see why he thought it was important to talk to the kid.

"So," Darren sighed sitting across from him, "How long?"

"How long what?" Chris rolled his eyes.

"Have you been in the system?"

"Read my file, Doctor?"

"Still a student and no. I haven't. I just know the type."

"Type?"

"Yeah. Big attitudes to cover even big scars. Hatred of authority. Will do anything they can to make sure everything is as far away from them as possible because they've been hurt so many times."

"What's your point?"

Darren sighed softly his eyes moving to Gibbs then to the window. I could see the distress clear on his face before he looked back at Chris. What was going on in that mans mind?

"How long?" Darren asked lowering his voice, "How long were you in the system before you got placed in an abusive house?"

"I don't need to be shrinked," Chris growled.

"I told you my profession. But that's not what I'm doing here."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I know that you're protecting someone. Okay, maybe protecting is the wrong word. You're not doing it out of love. You're protecting them out of fear."

Chris didn't answer for a moment. In fact, it looked like he was about to demand that Darren leave the room completely. But there was something that was making him stay quiet.

"It started off nice," Darren continued after a moment, "Like the other houses. Nothing really special. The change came sudden. A hurtful, degrading comment. A hit. A person sneaking into your bedroom while you were sleeping or into the bathroom when you were showering.

You freeze and before you can even begin to think about being angry they're on you. The pain, no matter which one, gets worse and worse until you're unsure whether or not you're even breathing anymore. And when it finally stops you wish you weren't.

Somehow in your mind you start to blame yourself. You wonder if this…If this is why your parents left you. To be punished. You wonder what you did to deserve this. The thoughts dig deep into your heart until, no matter how much you fight or how many times someone points out that what they did was wrong, you don't…Can't believe them.

Then it starts again. Maybe with the same people. Maybe with a new family. You quit trusting anyone. You fight whenever you can just to make sure no one notices what you think those people saw. Soon you're left alone. Never staying in one house for more than a few weeks. Maybe two months if they're lucky.

You're alone and you think that's how you think it's supposed to be."

As Darren's voice trailed off I felt like I was going to be sick. That's what he had been hiding? That's why he thought he wasn't worthy? How could anyone do that to a child?

"You know?" Chris asked his eyes wide.

"My second house," Darren nodded.

"What happened? How'd you get out?"

"I…I didn't."

My heart stopped when I heard that. No, Darren always pointed out that after the first time he got hurt, however he got hurt he never told me, he left. He had left that house, right?

"What happened?" Chris questioned leaning forward.

"My foster brother," Darren shook his head, "He was fifteen. I was six. Let's just say, when I figured out I was gay I was a little…Self-destructive."

"How long?"

"Six months. You?"

"Foster mother. Nothing…Like that. Just hitting and talking mostly."

"Still scary. Listen, I know that you're scared of her. You think that she can get to you no matter what. That she's in control. That's a lie. We can help you. But you need to talk to us. You need to tell us what you know."

Silence filled the small room and for a moment I thought that Chris was going to refuse. Then his hand shakily reached towards Darren. Instantly Darren linked their hands giving a small encouraging squeeze.

Soon Chris was telling Gibbs everything that had happened. Darren was right. Chris had known who the perp was. The foster mother was the person that we had been looking for.

When Chris finally finished silent tears were streaming down his face. Moving slowly Darren stood up and allowed the teenager to hug him tightly. His face burying itself into Darren's chest as sobbed racked his body.

Gibbs slowly stood up and left the interrogation room while Ziva, Tony, and the other agent left observation. No one bothered to try to get me to move. I wasn't going to leave until Darren did.

"It's okay," Darren soothed rubbing Chris's back while staring at me, "It's okay."