A/N: Hey guys. I'm back again, I'm sorry that I haven't updated this as much as I really should but life has just run away from me abit. Enjoy this chapter and who knows you may get a second update today seen as though it's snowing in England in March .

-MissMushy


As soon as Tony kicked off the older man knew that Tony wasn't in a good place and he to try his best to talk Tony down, after all he encountered these situations more often than he had to deal with a murder. "Tony put the gun down. This isn't how you want it to go." He called out and kept a closer aim on Tony.

Tony didn't say anything he just fixed his gaze onto a spot somewhere behind the older man and let the words wash over him, like they were words of a mother chastising a child for running too far ahead.

"I know things are hard at the moment Tony but this isn't the way. You still have a lot to live for, your job, and your friends, family." The officer voiced. "Mark back off, you try to get any closer and he'll do it or shoot you." He added in a whisper at the younger officer that was trying to sneak up behind Tony.

"Come on Tony. Don't do this." Mark added as he took a couple of steps backwards.

"I...I...I don't have a lot anymore." Tony said his voice monotone but his gaze never wavered from the spot he chose.

"Why don't you?" Mark asked softly as if he was coaching an injured animal to allow him to help it.

"I'm going to lose my job over what I've done...My friends will hate me for it...Family...I have none..." Tony replied softly. "I...I...The only person who kept me alive is dead...because of me..." The tone of his voice never wavered, never gave any hint at what was to come in the next few minutes.

"Tony, you've done nothing wrong that I know of so why would everyone dessert you? Why would you lose your job when you've done nothing?" The older one questioned.

"I have... I have done something...It'd be better if I wasn't here." Again Tony spoke softly.

"It wouldn't be better. The world would lose a great person; you just need some help to get you back on your feet." Mark butted in before Tony could say anything else.

"NO! No! I'm not a great person...Why don't you understand me?... I haven't and I never will be a great person... Don't you see that?" Tony screamed out before sobbing openly in front of the two officers. The gun dropped out of his hand as he continued sobbing, he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his hands around them to try to make himself as small as possible.

The older officer quickly closed the gap between him and Tony and kicked the gun out of reach from Tony also at the same time holstering his own gun. "It'll be okay Tony." He said quietly as he placed a gentle hand on Tony's left knee.

"I'll go back to the squad car." Mark said feeling a little uncomfortable with the situation.

"Okay Mark. Run the woman's' prints, I want to know if she is related to Tony somehow. Also take that." The older officer nodded towards the gun that lay in small shrubs.

"Will do Sam." With that Mark left the wooded area, leaving Sam to deal with Tony whose sobs had now reduced into small whimpers.

"Tony I want to check your pockets okay, just to see if you have any form of identification on you." Sam spoke softly but not making any action to do anything without Tony understanding what he was going to do.

"My wallet...Front left pocket." Tony spoke, muffled through his hands. Sam quickly and swiftly reached into the pocket, retrieved the tattered leather wallet and looked inside it. His eyes immediately went to the drivers' licence that stated Tony as Anthony D. DiNozzo Jr.

"You're Italian descent I guess with the name DiNozzo. My grandmother was Italian, she cooked the best pizza." Sam said light heartedly in an attempt to connect with Tony in some way.

"Yeah...Us Italians are good cooks." Tony replied with a little more humour in his voice.

"I hate to ask you this Tony but do you know the woman that was fond in the house you were seen running out of?" Sam suddenly asked.

"Yeah...Charley..." Tony sighed as he thought back to the night he proposed to her. "Charley was...Me and Charley... we were going to get married tomorrow..."

"Oh man, I'm sorry." Sam replied apologetically. "Do you know anyone who would want to kill Charley?"

Tony sat there stiff as anything for a moment before finally talking. "Yeah... Me..." He replied stoically. "I...I...I murdered her..." He added softly before letting a few more tears roll down his face silently.

'No wonder the kid is so damn torn up.' Sam thought to himself as he digested the information that Tony just told him. "What do you do as a job Tony?" He asked innocently.

Tony chuckled slightly at the thought of what he was about to say. "You'd never believe me."

"Try me... People always think that but I've seen more horror than anything in my life, I tend to believe people as torn up as you are." Sam replied.

"I'm a federal agent for NCIS. That's Naval Crimi-"

"Naval Criminal Investigative Service." Sam finished off. Tony moved his hands away from his face at that and gave Sam a disbelieving look. "What? I was a Marine in '99 had to leave because an idiot decided to blow up my patrol and I lost my right leg." Sam skimmed over the story as he showed Tony his prosthetic leg. "Plus my son is in the Navy, he was assigned to the Seahawk a couple of years ago, talked about an agent afloat who threatened to write him up for gambling. I'm guessing that was you from the description he gave."

"I'm screwed." Tony muttered as he pulled his hands back in front of his face.

"Nope, not anymore than you already are. I'm going to be with you through the whole booking process. It's the least I could do after my son told me that you saved a couple of his buddies from burning in that fire on the Seahawk."

"I so am." Tony retorted back. "The media are gonna have a field day...Federal agent turned murderer...because his fiancé cheated on him..."

"Maybe, but I'm going to try and keep this out of their hands. I have a few people in high places who owe me for saving their ass one too many times." Sam sighed. "Look, you know how this process goes but I'm going to let you call your boss now and then you can call someone else at the precinct. I know you probably don't want this to happen but I'm going have to cuff you for the ride and I have to get a psych team to see you later." Sam carried on as he fished out his personal cell and handed it to Tony. Who swiftly dialled Gibbs' number, on the second ring he picked up.

"Gibbs."

"Boss...It's me..." Tony spoke softly and hesitatingly.

"Tony. Where the heck are you? You're not picking up your cell, your apartment is empty."

"I'm in the woods behind Charley's house... The police are here...God boss I'm sorry..."

"Tony talk to me, why are the police there? Did someone attack Charley?" Gibbs asked worriedly because he had never heard Tony sound so desolate and empty.

"I'm so, so sorry boss, I didn't mean to... I didn't...I killed her...I'm so sorry..." Tony fought back tears as he spoke and felt Sam place an arm around Tony's' shoulders for support.

"You what?" Gibbs asked unbelievingly.

"I...Killed Charley...God I'm so fucked now..." Tony whispered but Gibbs' acute hearing still heard him.

"Tony let me talk to the LEO." Gibbs' ordered.

"Okay, I'm so sorry Gibbs." Tony spoke softly before handing the cell over to Sam and burying his head into his hands again.

"Sergeant Sam Camaiti speaking." Sam said defiantly into the cell but kept his other hand around Tony's shoulders.

"Camaiti, I'm Special agent Jethro Gibbs, Tony's boss and next of kin. How is he?"

"He's torn up; he can't believe he did it. When my Probie tried to arrest him because of a neighbour saying she saw him run out of the house he got the drop on him and put a gun to his head." Sam sighed at almost the same time he heard Gibbs sigh. "I managed to talk Tony down and he knows he's going to be taken into the local precinct and I'm going to get a psych team to see him."

"Can you do me a favour Sam?" Gibbs asked.

"Sure anything for Tony." Sam replied.

"Be with him for the whole booking process."

"I already promised him I'd do that. Is there anything else?"

Gibbs sighed before answering. "Place him in a cell on his own and tell him, I'll see him there please."

"Will do Gibbs." Sam replied without hesitation.

"Thanks Sam." Gibbs replied quickly and then cut off the connection.

As soon as Sam heard the dial tone he silently ended the call and placed his cell back into his pocket. "Well your boss isn't exactly up to date with phone etiquette." Sam stated.

"Let me guess...He didn't say bye?... That's just Gibbs..." Tony humoured as he brought his hands away from his face.

"Yeah. He asked me to do a few things for you. Asked me to stay with you for the booking process, place you in your own cell, which I was planning didn't think you'd want to sit in with the local drug dealers and to tell you he'll meet you there, I don't think he wants to kill you."

"Okay." Tony replied softly.

"You ready to go?" Sam asked innocently again.

"Not really...But I don't really have a choice..." Tony stated as Sam stood up then pulled Tony up.

"Hands front or back?" Sam questioned knowing that Tony might freak out again if he did anything without telling him.

Tony thought about it for a second then decided. "Back...I'm less likely to hurt myself...or you..." Tony whispered the last part.

"Okay." Sam replied as he grabbed his cuffs out of his belt and gently placed them around Tony's wrists behind his back, making sure that they wasn't too tight or too loose. "They okay?" He asked as he stood on Tony's left side.

Tony quickly tested the cuffs and found they were just okay. "They're fine." Tony replied quietly.

"Okay, let's go." Sam said as he took up a light hold of Tony's arm at the bicep and started to escort Tony to the squad car.

It was a short walk maybe two or three minutes long before they were walking out of the edge of the woods and towards the car. Neither of them dared to speak during the walk. Sam silently opened the back door to the car and did the standard practice of making sure Tony didn't bang his head on the door frame as he climbed in.

"I'm just going to talk to Mark." Sam said softly to Tony, who at this point kept his gaze firmly on the carpet of the car rather than looking out of the windows to see who was staring at him before shutting the door softly.

The two officers spoke for a couple of minutes about the case before Sam got in the drivers' seat and Mark got into the front passenger seat.