I have two questions. Has the name of Tony's father ever been mentioned? And how old is Tony actually?
Midnight phone calls
Tony turned around in his bed. He wanted to sleep. But he couldn't. He looked at the clock. Three pm. He faced his ceiling. He wanted to sleep. He really did. But he couldn't. Thoughts kept going trough his head. He couldn't stop thinking.
He closed his eyes. Trying to fall asleep. But all that came to mind were memories. His dad hitting him. Kate laughing. Kate dead on the ground. Jeanne's face when he told her the truth. The kid hugging his father. Gibbs wounded. Ziva and McGee not understanding him. To many memories. To many thoughts.
His eyes flew open. He stared at the ceiling. He did this often. Just stare. Trying not to think of anything. He needed help. He knew he did. But he didn't know what to do. Slowly he got up and walked to his living room. He sat down and looked around. Don't think. Of anything. That was safer.
He picked up his phone before he knew what he was doing. He didn't really think. He just dialled. Deep down he knew who he was calling. That's probably why he wasn't surprised to hear Gibbs voice. Unfortunately it was his voicemail. You have reached Special Agent Gibbs. Can't take your call. Please leave a message.
He hung up. He didn't think leaving Gibbs a message would do much good. He didn't think Gibbs even knew what a voicemail was. He felt bad. He didn't think he would feel this bad. Only hearing Gibbs scream at him for waking him up would have been enough. But Gibbs wasn't there. He was never there. He shook his head. Picking up the phone he started to dial again.
He stared at his phone. He had called every single member of his team. Nobody was there. Nobody cared enough. He didn't matter to them. He never had. He never would. He shook his head. He didn't know what to do. Maybe if he would just drive to Gibbs. He was sure he would always let him in. But he didn't. Gibbs didn't care about him. Not one of them did.
He shook his head. Without thinking he picked up the phone again. Thinking about it later he couldn't tell anyone why he had decided to call him. But he did. He could have hung up. But he didn't. He wished he did. "DiNozo Residence. How can I help you?" "This is … Anthony DiNozzo. Is my father there?" "I'll see if he's awake sir." Silence filed the room. He took a deep breath. He didn't know why he even made this phone call.
"What the hell are you waking me up for?" He froze. He didn't know what was worse. Hearing his dad scream at him. Or being ignored by Gibbs. "I just wanted to know how you were." "It's the middle of the night!" "I just got of work. I hadn't talk to you in a while…" "Idiot. Moron I don't even know what else to call you. Never call me in the middle of the night again. Unless you're dying… and even then I would think twice about it." He didn't get time to say anything. His father had already hung up.
He was lying in his bed again. Staring at the ceiling. Unable to sleep. He was feeling worse then he had done an hour ago. His father's words had hurt him more than he would ever admit. But nothing hurt him more than the fact that Gibbs didn't take his call. Maybe he was already sleeping. Maybe he didn't hear it. But a part of him thought that Gibbs didn't care. That he didn't want to talk to him.
He didn't notice he fell asleep. He just kept thinking. About everything. He dreamed about Jeanne. He dreamed about Kate. And as usual when he dreamed about Kate he woke up bathing in sweat. And he felt so alone.