Sorry you had to wait so long for chapter 5, wasn't co-operations and wasn't letting me upload the chapter. I'll try and be quicker with the next chapters. Hope you like this chapter 

Tony led Jake into the squad room. He held him by the shoulders and spun him round. He took one cuff off, pushed Jake into his own chair and then preceded to cuff him to the leg of his desk.

"Try getting out of that one," Tony remarked before stealing McGee's chair for himself. Jake growled under his breath and glared at Tony, "Oohh, I'm so scared" Tony said sarcastically. Jake kept on glaring, "I get it, you're pissed at me, but how about you direct that oh so pleasant anger towards the guys that killed Rick. Help us find him," Tony pleaded.

"If I'm not under arrest why am I handcuffed?"

"Why do you think Road Runner?"

"Why do you think I run?"

Tony leant back in his chair and crossed him arms, "People run when they're scared," He answered.

"I'm not scared!" Jake cried, outraged at the accusation.

"No?"

"No," Jake replied firmly.

"Okay," Tony lifted his legs up and dumped them on his desk in front of Jake "How did you meet Rick?" He asked, genuinely interested in the answer. Jake shrugged, "What about an easier question, Why do you run from people trying to help you?" Jake still didn't answer, "Okay, it's not an easier question, but now you have two questions, you're choice which one you answer."

Jake sighed, "I jumped out into the road one night, he nearly ran me over. He took me back to his and gave me his couch and a burger."

"You trusted him?"

"I was cold, tired and hungry, what did you expect me to do?"

"I gave you my couch, you helped yourself to my money and clothes and I'm trying to find Rick's killers, how about trusting me?"

"Why do you care so much if I trust you?"

"Why do you care if I care?" The pair stared at each other, neither willing to concede.

"God you two just go round in circles don't you?" Tony heard Gibbs' voice from above them. Gibbs stood halfway down the stairs, leaning on the rail and watching the pair in amusement. It was obvious that he'd been listening to them for a while.

"What can I do for you boss?"

"We're going to question Yates' CO, keep an eye on the kid" Tony looked at Gibbs in horror, he'd already begun formulating an excuse when Gibbs spoke, "Don't even bother trying DiNozzo, I'll handcuff you to him if I have to."

"What is it with you guys and handcuffs?" Jake asked. Tony didn't reply. He watched jealously as Gibbs, McGee and Ziva entered the elevator and sighed as the doors closed behind them, "Looks like you're stuck with me."

"Lucky me."

"If I promise not to run will you un-cuff me?"

"If I un-cuff you will you run?"

"I just promised not to."

"No, you hypothetically promised, there's a difference."

"Okay, I promise not to run."

"You're past history leads me to believe you're lying."

"That's a risk you're going to have to take," Tony studied Jake for a second before dipping into his trouser pocket for the key to the cuffs. He leant over and uncuffed Jake's wrist, letting the cuffs dangle on the desk leg. Jake rubbed his wrist. Tony waited for Jake to bolt, "See?" Jake said as he stayed put.

"Doesn't mean you aren't going to try something when my back is turned."

"Then don't turn your back," Jake raised an eyebrow, "You got any games on this computer?" He asked.

"This is a federal agency, what do you think?"

"I think you don't want me beating your top score,"

"You're a clever kid, ever thought about, oh I don't know…school?"

"Ever thought about, oh I don't know…minding your own business?"

"Why choose the streets over a roof over your head, food on the table and parents who love you?"

"Your parents love you?"

"We're not talking about me," Tony avoided the question.

"How about parents that turn you into their own personal servant? That hit you if the floor doesn't shine they way they want it to, make you sleep on the floor and give you leftovers to eat, that's if they feed you at all."

"Hardly," Tony replied softly, reminded again how different their upbringings were.

"The streets are a lot easier."

"Not all people are like that Jake, there are people that can't have kids of their own, they spoil their adopted children, they get their own bedrooms, are given their favourite food for dinner after a long day at school, then the whole family goes to the lake at the weekend where they swim and play games"

Jake laughed, "You've obviously watched too much hallmark."

Tony ignored Jake's remark, "I think it's time for question number two."

"What?"

"Why do you run from people that help you?"

"You seem to think you have all the answers, why do you think it is?"

"Because it's easier to run and live on the streets than to risk it all and trust people."

Jake shook his head, "You don't know what you're talking about."

Tony carried on, knowing that what he was saying was hitting deep, "If you let people in then they could hurt you, if you commit to a relationship it's an opening for them to let you down."

"Stop," He shook his head almost violently, as if it physically hurt him to listen to Tony.

"The streets aren't safe and they aren't easy but they're all you know and sometimes that's safer. You can drink yourself to death and live in a doorway but you're not living, you're hiding," Jake burst from the seat and ran towards the elevator, Tony not far behind him. He spun Jake around to face him. Jake took a swing at Tony. Tony ducked out the way and grabbed Jake's wrist stopping him from hitting again. Jake just used his other hand, clenching a fist and punching Tony in the chest. Tony grabbed his other hand.

"Let go of me," Jake shouted as he struggled against Tony.

"You know how I know huh?" Tony asked as he held Jake, "I know because I do the same. I date younger women, go out to clubs and pick them up because to me it's safer having a hundred one night stands than it is to have one committed relationship. We're both hiding from the world and it's slowly killing both of us," Jake slumped against Tony and sobbed. As Jake held onto Tony for dear life, Tony lowered them both to the ground, letting Jake cry out all his frustrations onto his Armani shirt.