Tony sighed. "Want to play one more round of 'Tell the truth'? What ya say, boss?"

Gibbs looked him in the eyes but didn´t say anything. He let go of the shirt.

"Okay. Then I guess I´ll just begin, huh? Er... let me think –"

"Aw, how sweet. Now you sit together again." Halil raised his gun. "Stand up, agent Gibbs. Slowly. And don´t get any ideas."

Gibbs stood up and turned around. "What do you want? Let the kid go and then you can do what you want."

"No. I want my fun." Halil smiled smug and shot Tony at the arm.

"Fuck!" Tony exclaimed.

The door closed and they were alone again.

"Damn, fucking shit! Why do they always hurt me?! Fuck it!" Tony cursed.

Gibbs took Tony´s hand and shoved it away. "The bullet just grazed you. Not so serious."

"Doesn´t let it hurt less."

"Hold your hand on it." Gibbs said and then ripped Tony´s sleeve apart.

"What are doing?!" Tony shrieked. "That shirt was new!"

"It was damaged before and now shut up, DiNozzo!" He wrapped the scrap around Tony´s wound.

"That´s too tight, boss."

"Shut up, DiNozzo!" Gibbs repeated.

Minutes went by.

"I wanted to tell you something. Wanted to do that for a long time now... and since we´re going to die anyway, I might as well tell you now." Tony said.

"We´re not going to die." Gibbs said.

"You keep saying that..."

"Because it´s the truth."

"My father... never really liked me." Tony sighed. "He told me everytime, that I´m a worthless bastard. That I´m a nothing... My mother was killed when I was nine. We went to a resturant after school and the waiter just pointed a gun at me. My mother wanted to protect me... so she jumped in front of me... She was killed because I exist! My father kept telling me that... 'You killed your mother you worthless bastard! You killed your mother!', and then he slapped me again..." Tony huffed a laugh.

Gibbs hands balled to fists at his sides.

Tony continued. "And you know what?" Tony looked at his feet. "I believe him." He whispered.

"DiNozzo! If you say that again I´ll slap you back to Baltimore!"

"Gibbs! Come on, get serious. It´s my fault that my mother´s dead!"

"Tony it´s not your fault, damn it!"

Minutes of silence and then.

"Did I ever tell you, that I tust you more then my father? Man, I see you as my father. The father I ever wanted, never got... God I´m so screwed..."

Gibbs was overwhelmed by the confession of his agent. He saw in Tony a son himself. The little boy he had to protect. They all were a family. His family. And he was so not going to let them down.

"Think they come soon?" Tony asked bringing Gibbs back to reality.

"I don´t know, Tony." Gibbs sighed.

"Mhmm... I´m so bored..."

"Tony –"

"Shut up. I know."

"No. I was going to say, that they´ll come and get us."

"I hope Abby isn´t too scared..." Tony said. "Like me..." He added in a very quiet voice.

Gibbs sat next to him and laid his arm around Tony´s shoulder. "We´re going to be just fine. Trust me."

"You know I do." Tony said closing his eyes.

The door banged open. Tony literally jumped out of his skin, but Gibbs firm grip calmed him.

"Boss, Tony. Are you okay?" McGee asked aproaching them.

Tony relaxed against Gibbs and let out a breath of relief.

"We won´t need an ambulance, but we´re driving to the hospital neverthless. I want him checked out." Gibbs answered.

"Gibbs, we got them. They´re on the way to NCIS. Are you two okay?" Ziva asked.

"Yeah. Come on McGee, help me get him to his feet." Gibbs said standing up.

Together they pulled Tony up.

"Oh god..." Tony said and then his legs buckled beneath him.

Gibbs grabbed him and put an arm around him so he wouldn´t fall.

"Thanks, boss." Tony sighed.