The search
Gibbs walked trough Tony's apartment. He knew something was wrong. He heard the TV play in the background. It didn't matter. He wished he would walk into his room and find DiNozzo there sleeping. But he knew he wouldn't. His gut was telling him. Slowly he walked to the open bedroom door.
He heard glass break under his shoe. He looked down. There was glass everywhere. Broken picture frames. Pieces. He looked at the pictures. Their team. Broken picture frame. Was that how Tony saw things. He saw another picture frame. People he had never seen. They did not matter to him. The only one that mattered was Tony.
He kept looking at the pictures. He didn't want to look up. For some reason he felt scared. Scared to look up. Afraid of what he would find. He wasn't normally afraid. Once. Once he had felt this fear. Shannon and Kelly. But now it was Tony. And it was different. This time he was responsible. He just knew it.
But he couldn't keep his head down forever. At some point he had to look up. Empty. The room was empty. Tony wasn't there. Slowly he walked to the bed. Three empty picture frames lied there. His gun next to it. He turned to the bedside table. His badge was in there. He turned back to the bed. For the first time he noticed the blood.
Blood. It wasn't a lot but it was there. Fear. He felt fear. And anger. He was so angry. But not at Tony at himself. At his team. Why did nobody see he was in trouble? Why did nobody push him to tell them? Why didn't he? He turned around. Walked back to the door. There was blood everywhere. He took a deep breath. Think logically. There's glass everywhere. He could have simply cut himself.
He took his phone and dialled his number. He heard Tony's cell phone go off somewhere behind him. Damn. He hung up and called abby. 'Gibbs! And?' 'He's not here abs.' 'What do you mean he's not there. What happened.' 'I don't know Abby. Look we have to find him. You call Ducky, I'm calling McGee and Ziva. We have to find him. Now!' 'Is it that bad?' 'It's worse.' Without further explanation he hung up.
'Timothy McGee.' 'McGee!' 'Boss?' 'Have you seen DiNozzo?' 'Tony? No. Not since I left the office. Why what happened?' 'Damn. Call Ziva tell her to come to Tony's apartment. We have to find him. Now.' He hung up. This was bad. He couldn't stop thinking. Where had tony gone? Where? Why hadn't he seen he needed help?
Hard he slapped himself. He should have helped Tony. He knew Tony called him for a reason that night. Why didn't he push him? Why was solving a damn case more important to him then his senior field agent. His friend? The man that was the closest thing to a son he had ever had? He couldn't lose him. But by the looks of the apartment tony wasn't alright. He wasn't alright at all.
They made record time. Less then fifteen minutes after he had called McGee his entire team stood there. Including Palmer. How Palmer had gotten there he had no idea.
Ziva looked around the apartment. It was bad. He wasn't alright. How could she not have seen this. He was her partner. How could she not have seen this? How could she not have helped him. She heard Gibbs tell her what to do. Drive around. Find him. She would drive all night. IF only to save him from himself.
McGee looked around the room. He felt guilty. How long had he known Tony? And yet he had not seen he was in trouble. He had to be the worse friend in the world. How could he not have seen this. Why did he laugh with him? How could he not have seen Tony wasn't himself. He had to find him. If only to apologise for laughing. For not seeing.
Abby felt her heart break as she looked around the room. She would never ever ignore a feeling again. She knew something was wrong with Tony. And she did nothing. They had to find him. Now.
And so they went of. All in their own direction. In search of Tony. And they all felt the same thing. Fear. And guilt. Because they couldn't help but think that somehow this was all their fault.