Tony quietly ate his food, sneaking glances to the lonely figure in the corner of the large cafeteria, the old man hunched over his food.
'Gibbs…' he thought to himself, 'What a weird name…Gibbs…' he thoughtfully eyed him, carefully studying the older man, 'But it fits.'
"Notice you've been staring at that new guy an awful lot." Tony quickly turned his attention back to Spike, a smile on his face.
"Yeah, well…he's interesting, but…he's nothing compared to you." Spiked grinned, appeased with the answer, and grabbed Tony's ass, squeezing it possessively.
"Damn right, boy." Spike licked his lips, eyes possessively roaming his boy's body. Suddenly, he grabbed Tony by the arm and hoisted him up, "C'mon…I'm feeling frisky…" and he led them to their cell, pulling their bed sheets over the cell doors.
Tony ignored the cat calls, the sheer whistles, the sneers, the leers, and the piercing eyes boring into his back as he allowed himself to be led.
Gibbs watched as the kid and the other guy-Spike?-left to their cell. After a few days of rotting in this place, he figured out the kid's name: Tony. Tony Dinozzo, Spike's boy…Spike's little bitch.
Honestly, he wasn't sure if he should feel sorry for the boy, or disgust for sinking so low.
How did that kid live with himself?
Gibbs didn't get it.
And he doubted he ever would.
But still…somehow…the pity outweighed the disgust.
Days later, Tony found himself alone in the courtyard. Spike was at his parole trial.
Honestly, how Spike got that was beyond him, but it didn't matter. Everyone knew the chances of Spike actually winning the trial was slim, and the chances of Spike actually following his parole was right up there with flying pigs.
But, again, it didn't matter.
Because, Tony finally had some "me time". He could think without having to watch his back, without having to make sure Spike couldn't tell what he was thinking about…or feeling.
Allowing himself time to breathe, he looked around the courtyard, actually taking in the sights and sounds of…jail.
Not much to take in.
Sighing, Tony was ready to slink into the shadows and stay out of sight, like he usually did without Spike, until something caught his eye.
No…not something, but someone.
Gibbs.
Gibbs the new guy.
Gibbs the new guy who pissed Spike off.
Gibbs the new guy who pissed Spike off that, admittedly, intrigued the hell out of Tony.
Ignoring the consequences, just for today, he went to talk to Gibbs.
'This place never changes…' Gibbs thought to himself as he leaned against thecold, metalbenches, glaring at anyone who came near him, 'Everyone's the same. Always going 'I'll kill you here' or 'I'll cut you there', is everyone here a fuckin' murderer? Do all of these fuckin' morons haveto act like some macho tough guy with too many steroids in his blood?' he mentally grumbled, 'If half of these guys were in the corp...'
Honestly, he just didn't see why people don't send-
"Hey." The ex-marine jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder, and instinctively whirled around, prepared to kill the bastard that tried to sneak up on him…
…when he realized he wasn't in a war anymore…and no soldier could have eyes as blue as those!
Wait…what?
Gibbs mentally shook his head, focusing on the here and now: The kid in front of him.
It took a second to put a name with the face.
"Spike's bitch." No one ever said Gibbs didn't call it like it was. The kid flinched, but, much to his utter confusion, "Spike's bitch" still held out a hand to him. Well…at least 'Tony' wasn't timid.
"Yeah…friend's call me Tony, you old bastard." Definitely not timid…
"Really? Well you and I aren't friends. So it doesn't matter." Tony scowled, opened his mouth to retort, before he just rolled his eyes.
"Forget it." knowing a lost cause when he saw it, Tony started to leave. Not everyone enjoyed talking to a little bitch, no matter how much you coaxed them. Tony of all people knew that.
Gibbs watched him go, the dejected slump set in the young man's shoulders.
Goddamn it.
Why did he feel so guilty?
Heaving a sigh, Gibbs opted to get the kid's attention…but he doubted simple yelling, "Tony!" would do the trick, that and the fact that the Tony didn't know Gibbs already knew his name. Seriously, where would the fun be in that?
The older man stalked up to Tony and slapped him upside the head. In a span of seconds he saw the kid yelp, flinch, and then whirl around with anger blaring in his eyes.
"What the hell was that?"
"Just trying to get your attention, kid." Gibbs coolly replied, ignoring the snarl on the kid's lips.
"My attention? What are you, nuts?" a paused, and then Tony backed up, shaking his head, "No, never mind. I don't want to know." Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"What? Just because I said I wouldn't call you Tony, you walk away?" Tony stared at him in disbelief.
"You said we weren't friends! Of course I walked away!" Another eye roll.
"We aren't, I don't even know you. How can we be friends?" Tony kept on glaring, "I didn't say we were enemies, did I?"
"…No."
"Good." He started to walk, gesturing for Tony to follow him, "What's your full name, kid?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Want me to call you 'kid' from now on, or what?" Gibbs patiently waited for Tony to speak again, vaguely wondering if he would answer.
"…I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."
"Juvenile, aren't you…" Tony broke out into a grin. Gibbs rolledhis eyes,"Fine. You go first."
"Tony Dinozzo. What's yours?" Gibbs just smiled back.
"I'll tell you later, Dinozzo." Tony's grin disappeared.
"What? Hey! You have to tell me! That was the deal!" Gibb's shook his head. This guy's a convict? He didn't act like he could hurt a fly!
"Yeah, and I will tell you my full name…later."
"No! You can't do that! Hey! Why are you laughing? Come on!" Gibbs kept on snickering, and Tony kept on scowling, "You suck, old man." The guards started signaling for everyone to return inside, their guns gesturing to the building.
"You gonna' keep whining all day or what, Dinozzo? Hurry up!" Tony grinned, and followed the older man back to their cells.
'Gibbs…I like him. Nice guy...'
'Tony Dinozzo…not bad for a kid.' The two entered their cells with smiles on their faces.
A/N: Whooo! An update! …Yey…