Tony slams the shot glass down on the bar in front of him.
It's been two months since boss, Jenny and the rest of the team told him the news and he's been on a bender for a month now, getting wasted at bars every night, so drunk that the bartender has had to call every member of the team to come and get him.
"'Nother one, Rick! " The Senior Field Agent slurs at his bartender friend. The bartender shakes his head.
"Sorry, Tony, you've had enough, I'm cutting you off." The bartender, Rick, says as he pulls out his cell phone to call a member of his friends team to pick him up. Again. Tony pouts as he looks at his empty shot glass.
He wishes there was a way that the alcohol could always numb the pain so he doesn't ever have to experience the pain of grieving.
Gibbs walks into the bar with Jen beside him and sighs as he sees his drunken Senior Field Agent.
"Jethro, he's out of control." Jen states the obvious as the two of them help a drunk DiNozzo to his feet.
"C'mon Tony, attaboy." Gibbs says to his SFA. He nods at Jen's sentence.
"I know he is Jen, he's been like this," Jethro gestures to the barely conscious Tony. "for a month and last month he wouldn't get out of bed. Well enough is enough: he's through with trying not to grieve. Come tomorrow, I'm going to get him to grieve, be it through sadness or anger, one way or another, he's going to grieve." Gibbs tells his boss and girlfriend who nods in agreement. Together, both of them get Tony laid down in the back of Jens car and Gibbs drives back to his house, keeping his eyes on his passed out Agent.
Gibbs sighs softly as he watches his agent/ son sleeping peacefully in his room he has at the Gibbs residence.
A/N: Another Tony/Gibbs father/son fanfic. This will be a twoshot, enjoy!