An/ There is no case in this chapter just a whole lot of Tony's past.
I have a question BTW, I've been watching NCIS episodes again, both old and new and started wondering if I'm the only one who's missing the "old" Gibbs attire? or are there more?
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Chapter ten
Tony sat alone in the dark house.
He had woken up a hour ago and couldn't go back to sleep.
So now he sat there, alone, in the dark, on the couch from a family he barely knew.
He had gone to bed this evening thinking about his own family, his father, mother and his uncle.
Tony looked at the picture in his hand, it was a picture of him and his father just a few months before his mother died...before part of his dad died.
Tony had been eight when his mother died, until that point he had a great family.
He admired his dad, wanted to be his dad, there was no soul better than him.
His mother was fun to hang out with, okay, maybe she drank to much and drank his sea-monkey's and maybe she dressed him in sailor suites, but still, she was his mom and he loved her.
He could remember her long blond hair brushing over his face when she gave him a good night kiss, her green eyes sparkling with joy when telling him about a great movie but best of all could he remember her clean and fresh scent.
His mother smelled like fresh cut grass in a pine wood forest.
She had encouraged father and son to go fishing and have some time together, they had asked a stranger to make the picture.
Four weeks later she was dead...
Tony had only met his uncle Vincent two times, once when he was five but he didn't remember a thing about that meeting, and then on his mothers funeral.
His dad had told him to let the grownups talk for a minute, when he came back he told me to stop crying, straighten his shoulders and back and go introduce him self to his uncle Vincent.
He did what his father had told him but he couldn't help it, when introducing him self to his uncle a sob escaped.
Uncle Vincent had looked down on him with a frown.
'Stop that pitiful behavior child and man up, real men don't cry, what would your mother think of you.', he spoke coldly to Tony which only made him cry harder.
Many things changed that day, his father who had always been a honest man with honest clients at his bank started to turn to shady people and all of a sudden uncle Vincent was with them all the time instead back at home in Italy.
Two months after his mother had died his father, who no longer smiled at him or looked at him full love told him to pack his backs, he would be going with his uncle to Italy to start learning the family "businesses".
That were the worst years of his life.
His uncle wanted to make a successor out of him and didn't accept failure.
First he let Tony watch when he beat people up, later when he tortured them bit the worst was when a cop got made and he had to watch how his uncle tortured the cop to death, he even wanted Tony to participate and that was before he was even nine.
That was the first time he whipped Tony, unfortunately not the last...
Every time Tony did something wrong or disobeyed orders he would be whipped.
When he turned twelve he made a run for it, ran as hard as he could, wanted to go to the police! But his uncle was faster an caught up to him and gave him the worst whipping ever.
When he was done he sent Tony back to his father.
He thought he would be safe, that his dad would make everything better and would save him. Foolish dreams of a foolish boy, it was his dad that had sent him off with his uncle in the first place!
When he got home his father had placed e bag and a suitcase next to the door and his personal chauffeur was waiting next to them with the orders to drive Tony to RIMA.
Uncle Vincent had warned him, if he EVER even thought about informing the police, he would kill Tony, and once Tony was older, had a family and friends they would be targets to.
Once he was on RIMA for a few years, he started to get a little courage back and wanted to go talk to the officers in school, on his way to a appointment with one he got jumped by a big black man who gave him the beating from hell and whispered the same warning in his ear as his uncle had done when he sent him back to New York.
Tony had lost consciousness and didn't wake up for a week, when he woke up he pretended he didn't remember a thing, not being attacked or on his way to talk to a officer.
From time to time he would see someone suspicious and recognize him as one of his father's lackeys, not long after he saw one of his fathers men a picture would appear, a picture of a viciously whipped back.
'Tony? What are you doing up?', came the voice of Gibbs.
Tony flinched at the sudden sound.
'Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you, heard you go downstairs but not back up.'
'Didn't mean to wake you up Gibbs, sorry.'
'Don't worry about it, care to tell me what has you awake at...03:00?'
'Bad memory's, a lot of them.'
'want to share?'
'I should if I am to become your agent, though I doubt you'll hire me one I'm done.'
'You think that little of me DiNozzo?', Gibbs asks with a little hurt in his voice. 'I don't know what it is you think you did to make me not want to hire you DiNozzo, but your a good cop and I don't waste good.'
'Do you know what's worse than a dirty cop Gibbs? A cowardly one, I'm a coward, no matter how good a cop I am, no matter how much good I do now...I keep telling myself that as long as I catch criminals my sins from the past won't matter but they do Gibbs...'
'What is it you think you did wrong?'
And so Tony told him everything, everything he had been thinking about.
He felt a weight fall of his shoulders when he was done speaking.
For a few minutes Gibbs was silent and Tony thought he was going to kick Tony out of the house.
The he felt a hand on his shoulder.
'That was not your fault Tony, you were only a child and grieving for your mother while getting threatened by people who should be comforting you, you were as much a victim as those other people.'
'It doesn't feel like that Gibbs, it feels like I should have done something, gone to the police, opened my mouth one I woke up in the hospital...'
'There are grown people who are scared to do that Tony, you know that.'
'Yeah...I guess I do.'
'We can't go after your father unless he interferes with our investigation or our pats cross in it and then only for helping a wanted person, you think you can handle that?'
'Yeas boss, I have to.'
'Good, then now go to bed for a few more hours, we have to be at the office tomorrow at seven.'
Tony gave Gibbs a nod and headed back to the guest room, feeling lighter then he had for years.
