AN: Hey guys! Sorry for the long delay but I can't seem to come up with good ideas -.- plus I hurt myself while playing soccer yesterday. I probably tore a ligament in my knee and now I have to do a MRT… Well, if you have any suggestion for the story just tell me. Have fun!

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They didn't have to wait long before a nurse walked up to them. "Are you Anthony?" She asked.

"Tony." The boy answered. "Yes, I am."

"Alright, Tony." She smiled at him. "Will you come with me, please? Your dad can wait here."

Gibbs looked at Tony. "I'll be fine on my own, Dad."

"Behave." The older man just replied.

"Always." He said before walking away with the nurse.

"Hop on the table, Sweetie." Tony did as he was told, grimacing when pain jolted through his leg. "Where does it hurt?"

"Left leg."

"Then get rid of your jeans, the doctor will be here soon."

Tony grumbled a bit while he fumbled with his belt. It was his favorite belt. The Scarface belt with Tony Montana on it. Scarface sure was one of his favorite movies. Some people in high school called him Tony Montana just for fun, but one guy actually called him that because he thought Tony Montana was Italian too. He'd made it clear that Montana was from Cuba but the guy didn't seem to be very bright in geography.

"Hello, Tony. My name is Doctor Orent. The nurse told me you hurt your leg?"

"Ya. Little accident and I hit my left leg with something." The guy really didn't need to know that that something had been a car. A very hard car.

"I'll check that." The doctor poked Tony's leg for a few minutes. "It doesn't seem broken, but I see that you have many scratched and just to be sure I'll give you a tetanus shot."

"What? No!" Tony answered quickly.

"It's just a quick shot."

"Forget it! Hey! Don't come near me with that shit!"

"Anthony, don't be such a baby."

"I'll get his father." The nurse said and went to get Gibbs.

"You come one step towards me and I'll jump you." Tony threatened.

"Tony?" Gibbs asked, walking into the room.

"Dad!" The relief was audible in his voice.

Gibbs immediately switched into his protective mode and stepped next to Tony. He saw the fear in his eyes. "What the hell's going on?"

"He's got some scratches otherwise he's fine, but I'd like to give him a tetanus shot, just to be sure." The doctor explained. "Tell him to hold still."

Gibbs could almost feel the fear radiating from Tony's body. He set his jaw tight. Then he turned to look at his son.

"Please, don't." The boy whispered.

"You said he was fine otherwise?" He asked, never taking his eyes off his son's.

"Just scratched and bruised." The doctor confirmed.

"Then we're going home now." He heard Tony release a deep breath and mentally patted himself on the back for not letting them give the shot.

"But, Sir –"

"But nothing!" He growled at the man. He helped Tony off the table and stood close as the boy pulled up his pants. Then he put an arm around the kid and supported him while walking out.

"Thanks, Dad." He heard his son say.

"Scared of needles?"

"As hell." Tony answered quietly and Gibbs nodded. He gave the boy a slight squeeze.

"Are you in a lot of pain, Tony?"

"I'm okay. Just a bit tired and my head's still throbbing." The kid said.

"I'll give you some aspirin when we're home. Then you can get some sleep."

The ride home didn't take long and soon Gibbs had his car parked. He turned to look at his boy. Tony's head leaned against the window and the kid was gently snoring. A smile came to Gibbs' lips and he carefully shook his son awake. Tony blinked and looked around. "We're home. Let's get in." Gibbs said and then went around the car and opened the door.

Tony stumbled out and right into his father's arm. The ex-marine closed the car door, locked the vehicle and then took his son gently by the elbow and went inside the house.

Once there they went straight upstairs. Neither needed to tell the other one where to go. Tony's room was at the end of the hallway and to the younger boy it was way too far. "Hey, Dad?" He asked weakly.

"Yeah?"

"Can I sleep here?" He asked and pointed at the door of Gibbs' bedroom.

"Sure, Kiddo." The agent answered and opened the door. He brought Tony into the room and sat him onto the bed. "I'll get you some aspirin. You stay awake that long, okay?"

"Yes, Dad." Tony answered and then let himself fall flat onto the mattress.

He had promised himself to close his eyes for a moment only but that didn't seem to work as good as he'd imagined when his father finally shook him awake. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times.

"Hey, there." The ex-marine said, holding a glass of water in one hand and two pills in the other.

"Sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep. I guess I'm really tired."

"That's okay. Just take the pills and get changed then you can sleep all you want."

"Changing means getting up… duh… don't really want to." The boy answered.

"I got you a t-shirt to sleep in. Come on, the sooner you do this the sooner you can get to sleep. I'll help you." Gibbs helped Tony into a sitting position and then pulled the old shirt over his head. A few bruises covered the left sight of his upper body. "Arms." Gibbs ordered and Tony raised his arms so his father could pull the other shirt over his body.

Tony just sat on the mattress looking as if he would fall asleep any minute.

"Tony, pants." Gibbs said and pushed his son onto the bed. Then he unbuckled his belt and took the jeans of him. "Aw, Tony. You'll never grow up, will you?" He smiled when his boy mumbled something. "Get some sleep, kiddo." He bent down and kissed Tony's head. Then he went down into the basement to work on his boat.

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