A few weeks went by and everything went back to normal. Well, what they called normal:
Tony threw paperballs at Zivas head.
Tony called McGee, probie.
Tony got on Gibbs nerves and got headslaps for that.
And like ever it was Tony who said: "Sorry, boss."
Everything was okay. They thought.
"What the hell did you think, DiNozzo?! Are you nuts?!" Gibbs yelled.
"It´s nothing." Tony said.
"Nothing my ass!"
"Now you know it and everythings alright, okay?" Tony turned and walked away.
"Nothing´s okay, DiNozzo!"
"What do you want?" Tony asked angry turning back to his boss.
Gibbs leveled him with his gaze. "Conferenceroom." He said with a dangerous low voice.
Gibbs stopped the elevator like he ever did.
"And now?" Tony asked.
"I want an explaination!" Gibbs barked.
"What business is it of yours?!" Tony spat.
"Explain, DiNozzo!"
"Why?!"
"Because I say so, DiNozzo!"
"I quit listening to you, Jethro!" Tony yelled back.
"The hell you do! Now explain, why the hell you didn´t tell me what your father did?!"
"It´s none of your fucking business!" Tony yelled and pressed the button. The elevator started again.
Gibbs pressed Tony against the wall. "I said: EXPLAIN!"
Tony looked at Gibbs for a few seconds. "Now you´re just like him."
Gibbs didn´t know why he suddenly pressed his agent against the wall. He was confused now. Tony words ringed in his ears:
I see you as my father. The father I ever wanted, never got...
Trust me - You know I do
Now you´re just like him
Gibbs let go of Tonys collar.
"I´m sorry, Tony."
"Save it." Tony said and exited the elevator.