A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to post! Who knew missing a week of college classes could take...three weeks (I think) to catch up! It really is quite annoying but I'm glad to say that I'm either caught up or ahead in ALL my classes! What does that mean to you? It means there hopefully shouldn't be any more long delays!!

THANK YOU! To everyone who sent out thier thoughts, prayers, and well wishes to me! I'm glad to say that I was only in the hospital for a week! I know ONLY!? They originally thought they were gonna keep me for 2! We compromised if you will! I agreed to take a second week off work and in exchange for being let out! Thank you for all your patience too! It means a lot to me!

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Gibbs was pacing back and forth so fast that the man watching him was getting dizzy

Gibbs was pacing back and forth so fast that the man watching him was getting dizzy. After a couple more minutes of intense, silent, pacing the man couldn't take it anymore.

"Agent Gibbs, won't you please sit down?" He all but begged.

Gibbs looked over at him intensely before he snapped out of his daze, "How did he find out?"

"As I told you when you started the process Agent Gibbs, since Agent DiNozzo's father is still alive the courts would inform him," The man answered. "Did he physically harm Tony?"

"His upper right arm is bruised. You can make out where his fingers were," Gibbs answered through clenched teeth.

The man frowned, "Did you get pictures?"

Gibbs nodded with a barely concealed wince. That had been on hell of an ordeal and not one he wanted to repeat anytime soon.

While the man looked through some files, Gibbs finally sat down his mind flowing back…

-- FLASHBACK –

The morning had come too soon for those in the Gibbs household. Tony had been the only one to get any sleep which wasn't saying much considering he'd seem to be up almost every hour.

The first time he'd woken up and seen his dad he had been embarrassed and tried to talk the man into going to bed in his own room. Gibbs had simply smiled at him and run a hand through his son's hair until he'd fallen asleep. After that Tony hadn't bothered to say anything and simply allowed his father's soothing motion to lull him back to sleep.

Gibbs managed to nap through out the night. He could sense and hear when Tony was shifting and would wake up and try to sooth the boy before he actually woke up. It didn't always work but Tony, some how, always managed to go back to sleep after waking up. Gibbs could see the gratitude in his son's eyes and it made him angry again. How could a person not be by their child's side when he was scared?

Many would have been surprised to learn that it was Ducky who had, had the worst night. The older man refused to sleep long. He'd slept only an hour before waking up and checking on 'his boys'. He'd spent most of the night wondering in and out of Tony's room to check on father and son. Gibbs never let on whether or not he'd heard or saw the M.E.

It had taken Gibbs a good twenty minutes to finally wake Tony up.

"What?" Tony demanded from under his covers.

"Time to get up," Gibbs answered, doing his best to ignore his son's tone. "Ducky's making breakfast."

"I'm not…" Tony stared.

"You have twenty minutes," The older man interrupted.

Gibbs left the room quickly not wanting to get into his first argument with his new son. It had been a long night and Gibbs wasn't surprised to find his son so off kilter. The boy could work for 24 hours straight and be fine. A night of sleep the way he had and it was guess work on how Tony would behave.

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Tony entered the dining room twenty-five minutes later. His hair was still damp and he was rubbing his eyes with fisted hands.

"Sit down Anthony," Ducky ushered the younger man into a seat before leaving to get breakfast.

Tony raised an eyebrow in silent question to his dad who just shrugged his shoulders. He hadn't been allowed to help fix breakfast.

"I don't think he trust me," Gibbs tried to lighten the atmosphere.

Tony snickered.

Ducky served them quickly. Father and son raised an eyebrow when they noticed that Tony had, not plain pancakes like his dad, but chocolate chip pancakes with whip cream on top.

"Thank Ducky," Tony's voice was quiet, almost shy like.

Ducky smiled and patted his shoulder, "Not a problem dear boy. Just don't forget to eat your fruit."

Tony nodded his head with as much seriousness as he could muster but when Ducky went back into the kitchen to get his own plate started to chuckle.

"I think he was serious," his dad offered.

Tony's face fell and when Ducky came back into the dining room he found his friend uncharacteristically laughing…hard.

Of course the trio should have stopped while they were ahead.

As the last bite of breakfast was being eaten Gibbs turned to his son, "We don't have to go in for another couple of hours."

"Why?" Tony wondered in confusion.

"We need to talk," Gibbs replied, keeping his voice calm and non-threatening.

"No we don't," his son glared.

"Tony," Gibbs gave a soft sigh. "At the very least we need some pictures of your arm."

"NO!" Tony stood quickly, his chair falling over.

"Anthony, we want to help you." Ducky stated gently.

"I don't want your help," Tony protested, backing up. "It was just a stupid nightmare. I won't wake you up again."

"You didn't wake us, dear boy," Ducky told him.

"I need to go to work," Tony informed the M.E. with a hostile look.

Gibbs stood in front of his son, his hands gently placed on the boy's shoulders, "I can understand you don't want to talk about it. Let me take a few pictures to be on the safe side and then you can go to work."

Gibbs never realized that Tony didn't have just a simple bad temper. Oh no…he had a full blown 'I will throw things if you make me mad' temper.

Twenty minutes after thinking he'd calmed his son down, Tony was finally too tired to yell and throw things. Gibbs, with Ducky's help, managed to take pictures of his boy's arm.

The fact that his dining room looked like a tornado had swept through didn't escape Gibbs notice but he said nothing.

When he was released, Tony had bolted out the door leaving his dad and friend to clean the mess he made.

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"What do I do Duck?" Gibbs tried not to look or sound as hopeless as he was feeling.

"Support him Jethro," Ducky answered, "There's not much more you can do."

"I want to kill that bastard," Gibbs was pissed and not bothering to hide it as he righted his over thrown table chairs.

"And where would Tony be if you did that?" the M.E. questioned thoughtfully.

"I can't just sit back and let that monster hurt my son!" the agent yelled.

"I'm not telling you to my dear man," Ducky protested, "But there has to be other things you can do that won't lead to the possibility of you getting thrown in jail for life or thrown out of NCIS."

"Like?" Gibbs demanded to know.

"For now," Ducky informed him, "You can start my calling Mr. Welling."

Gibbs sighed but heeded his friend's words.

-- END FLASHBACK –

Gibbs gave a disgruntled sigh at the man sitting at the desk across from him, "Well?"

Mr. Welling looked up at the irate father, "I don't know."

TBC…

A/N2: Ok, so I know it was an abrupt ending but I figured I wanted to leave it here or else I'd never get it post for one and two the way I wanted to end it would have caused me to seriously lack certain aspects of the story.