Tony grumbled at himself, his hands massaging the ever wrinkling forehead. He raised his torso, his arms pushing on the bed to move his body across it. He was getting the hang of using his upper body, instead of his legs, but it wasn't the same and he wasn't near strong enough for it. He watched the door, eagerly hoping that Gibbs would come back. He silently knew he wouldn't, so he surrendored himself to the nostalgic mind he held.

'Now don't close your eyes Anthony, I'm going to let go now..." And he did, Gibbs let go of the handle bar and young Anthony just fell right over. He whimpered lightly and just laid there, those dark eyes closed against the pain he felt. Two hands were upon his leg and were feeling for a break, "It's alright Tony, just a cut. Come on big man let's get you on that bike again." Gibbs smiled and lifted the bike along with Tony back to a standing position.

Gibbs sighed, he had been there sitting in those dark corners and just watching his son. He couldn't believe the boy he had helped raised...was actually his. Those icy hues scanned him carefully before closing.

His hand fell on Tony's shoulder, those icy hues gazing at him with pride. He had just graduated from high school and was going to Rhode Island. He knew he should be happy and not side but his mind just kept floating back through time. Yesterday he was just a child in the corner, but now...now that yesterday was dead and over. He shoke his head lighlty and watched as Tony smirked and chased his latest girlfriend. Things never changed with him...

Tony abruptly laughed, his fingers curling around each other as he mumbled. "You'll do just fine at NCIS, that smile makes you perfect for our running gay boy."

Melissa Renal smirked as she added in that curt tone, "And you will be the first to get shot." She turned on her heel and walked off, leaving the probationary Agent Dinozzo standing in awe. Oh she was beautiful, then that first smack hit the back of his head and he wheeled around. "GIBBS! What was that for?"

Gibbs smirked and sat down, his legendary coffee in hand. "Just to wake you up Tony, now sit down and get to work." A year would pass, and yes Tony was shot but Melissa was killed long before then. A memory that Tony would never forget, the agent dieing in his arms...well it wasn't something normal for him at least.

Gibbs had heard him and smiled lightly, he remembered that day but he couldn't play that game anymore. Too many memories were left in his past and he just assumed to keep them there was better. Standing he moved to Tony's beside, "Enough memory lane...open your eyes we need to talk."

"No we don't Gibbs, I get it now...I...I understand." Tony said his hands going to fold across his chest.

"Do you now? Care to elaborate?"

"Actually yes, in a song if you will allow me to..."

"Fine..just no coyotes in trash compactors alright?" Tony laughed at the implied movie line and went straight into his song.

Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead

Yesterday is a promise that you've broken

Don't close your eyes

Don't close your eyes

This is your life

And today is all you've got now

Yeah

And today is all you'll ever have

Don't close your eyes

Don't close your eyes

This is your life

Are you who you ought to be

This is your life

Are you who you ought to be

This your life

Is it everything you dreamed it would be

When the world was younger and you had everything to lose

Yesterday is a kid in a corner

Yesterday is dead and over

And this is your life

Are you who you ought to be

This is your life

Are you who you ought to be

This your life

Is it everything you dreamed it would be

When the world was younger and you had everything to lose

Don't close your eyes

Don't close your eyes

Don't close your eyes

Don't close your eyes

This is your life

Are you who you ought to be

This is your life

Are you who you ought to be

This your life

Are you who you ought to be

Is it everything you dreamed it would be

When the world was younger and you had everything to lose

Everything to lose

Gibbs was listening, that amazed face as Tony sang a song so out of place for him but even more so he sung it perfectly. It sounded as if the Irish Tenors were right there singing that song to the whole ICU and you know what? It attracted alot of attention, nurses who had thought this man to be shallow stopped in their tracks and listened to him sing his song to the father they knew naught about.

"Gibbs...when I dreamed of my life when I was younger it was with a father like you not Mike. And I guess, I never thought about it until all this came up. But my whole life I've wanted to be nothing but you...it may sound ridiculous but it's true. I want to be like you, and there is no doubt to that now. I mean..." He paused and sighed lightly, "You are my father why wouldn't I want to be just like you?"

Gibbs was still in shock, he heard him but it was distant and the look on Tony's face just crashed until Gibbs moved to embrace him. His long muscled arms fell over his son and he pulled him into a large hug, just to simply hold him. This was his son and he wasn't going to let go.