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Chapter 2

The next morning Tony woke up on the couch with the TV still on and he looked at the clock almost panicked. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he hadn't overslept, so he stood up carefully and tested his hurt ankle. It hurt a little but it held and he could handle the pain.

Tony stretched his long and lean body, feeling a bit sore but it was understandable due to what he had been thru this weekend and he thought back.

When he had stepped into the bar, he was glad to see that almost nothing had changed after all these years.

Here he and Luigi had spent many hours and late nights studying and working on the plan that would be his future.

Tony was sitting at one of the tables, drinking and remembering those times when Frankie had walked thru the door. At first he had been really shocked and he froze in his seat, many bad memories assaulted him.

Frankie had looked the same, maybe he had a little more grey in his hair but he was still big, around six feet, burly built and looked scary.

When Frankie sat down at the bar Tony decided that it was probably best if he left before the big man spotted him, so he laid money on the table and walked to the door.

At the same time Frankie moved away from the bar and their eyes met, for a second Tony hoped that he wouldn't recognized him but seeing into the other mans brown eyes he knew that it was too late.

Frankie grabbed Tony's left underarm in an iron hard grip and then spoke in a voice that sent shivers down his spine.

"So you aren't dead after all, boy."

Tony just looked at him, feeling like a scared child all over again, hearing screams and feeling hits over his body once again but the grip around his arm hardened and he returned back to reality.

He looked into those hateful brown eyes and he remembered that he wasn't that scrawny little kid anymore.

"Let me go." Tony said in a low and dangerous tone.

"Don't you dare talk back to me, boy." Frankie said squeezing the younger man's arm harder.

Tony tried to yank his arm out of Frankie's grip but knew that it was useless. He kept his eyes on him and he saw a flicker of something, then he blocked a punch that was thrown towards his face and punched back, hitting the other man in the face.

The two men fought each other for around ten minutes but giving as good as they got then Tony got in a good hit that sent Frankie flying backwards and landing in a boneless heap on the floor.

For a few minutes, Tony stood there panting and staring at the other man before turning around and walked away. At his hotel he grabbed a shower, still not thinking straight, and then he collapsed into the bed.

Even now, in his car on his way to work and several miles away, the memories of Frankie sent shivers down his spine.

But, he thought as he stepped out of the elevator and into the bullpen, he didn't have to worry because he was safe here and he had bigger trouble in front of him. Like figuring out how to get Gibbs to forgive him.

McGee looked up as the elevator doors opened and Tony stepped out of it. He looked closely to see if the other agent limped but he couldn't see anything like that.

"Good morning, Probie." Tony said with a smile.

"Morning, Tony. Everything alright?" McGee asked still a bit worried about his friend.

"Yeah, everything is alright." Tony said as he walked to his desk. "Have you seen the boss yet?"

"Yes, he went up to the Director."

"Oh, that's not good. He is always like that after those meetings."

"Like what, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked walking into the bullpen, stopped in front of Tony and looked at him with cold eyes.

"Like your usual happy and smiling you?" Tony said stuttering, waiting for the head slap.

But Gibbs only gave him an ice cold stare that made the younger agent shiver, and then he sat down at his desk and turned his attention to his computer.

When Gibbs had come to work this morning he still felt a bit guilty over having treated Tony so bad yesterday and he had decided to cut Tony some slack. But after his meeting with Director Shepard, cutting Tony slack wasn't on his timetable.

He wasn't really angry at Tony now, it wasn't really his fault that the Director was a bitch and had used that Tony had gone to her for some free time in their argument. For that he unconsciously blamed Tony.

The day went by uneventful for the team, but not for Tony. Even if they had no cases Gibbs found things for Tony to do.

McGee and Ziva looked at their senior field agent with sympathy when for the fifth time Gibbs sent him down to the archive to find some old case files.

When he come back, Tony handed them over to Gibbs and the old man just looked at them, like he had done the four times before and then shook his head.

"I don't need this right now, take them back."

McGee looked up from his desk when he heard those words, he saw Tony clenched his fists before taking the papers and went back to the archive. He couldn't understand how Tony could stand this treatment. He turned back to his computer, but after ten minutes he headed for the bathroom.

McGee opened the door slowly because he was thinking about what he would eat for dinner but he stopped in his tracks when he saw Tony standing over zinc washing his hands.

The other man had rolled up his sleeves as he washed his hands and McGee saw a big black and blue bruise on Tony's left underarm.

McGee moved a little closer so he could take closer look but he stumbled, knocking over a plant that stood on the floor, making Tony look up and when he saw his co-worker he quickly rolled down his sleeves and hiding his bruises.

"You alright, Probie?" He asked as he helped McGee.

"Yeah, thanks." McGee stuttered, swearing inside for his clumsiness. "How is your ankle?"

"Better." Tony said brushing off McGee's concern.

The other NCIS-agent nodded and watched as Tony walked towards his desk and he thought he could see the senior field agent limping a little.

Tim sighed to himself as he went into the bathroom to do his business but he was thinking hard. The bruise on Tony's arm had looked like a print from someone grabbing him and holding him hard.

So Tony had taken two days, giving him four day weekend, he had gone to the Director instead of Gibbs. Then he had come back with a sprained ankle, a big bruise that covered almost his whole underarm and he didn't speak at all about his weekend.

McGee shook his head; something was definitely going on with Tony. But what?

Tony was sitting at his desk, looking like he was working but in reality he was thinking hard about his meeting with Probie in the bathroom.

Had Tim seen his bruised arm? He hoped not because he didn't want to explain it but he was almost certain that McGee had seen something. He leaned back in his chair, looking at the clock and he hoped that Gibbs would let them go home soon.

Today had been a lot worse than yesterday; Gibbs had sent him down to the creepy archive at least five times to get useless files and then sent him back with them without looking at them. His ankel was starting to hurt because of all the walking back and forth and he was beginning to get a headache.

Sitting at his desk Gibbs studied Tony discreetly; his temper had cooled off now after a long day. He knew that he had been totally awful to his senior field agent today.

He couldn't miss the looks Ziva and McGee sent: full off sympathy to Tony and looks with a little distain for himself. But they should know by this time that his second B was for bastard.

"What a crappy excuse." A little voice in his head said and he felt guilty.

As he looked at Tony, he saw that the younger man looked tired and that he was rubbing his temples discreetly. Gibbs looked at his clock; it was time for his team to go home.

"Time to go home people." Gibbs said looking at Tony and decided that he needed to say something to his leading agent. "Tony, could you stay for a minute?" He ignored McGee and Ziva's looks that they sent Tony's way.

Tony just gave him a curt nod, grabbed his things and walked up to his desk.

"Yeah, boss?"

Gibbs opened his mouth to say that he had been a bastard to him today but he closed it shut when he saw the Director walking into the bullpen.

"Jethro." She said nodding to him before she turned to Tony. "Nice to see you, Tony."

"You to…" Tony said a little surprised, the Director usually ignored him.

Gibbs anger came back in full force as the Director play chummy with Tony.

"Did you want something?" He asked her in a hard voice.

"No, Jethro." She said with a hint of a smile. "I just wanted to check up on you." Then she walked away.

"Uhm, boss?" Tony said in a low voice.

"You can go." Was all Gibbs said as he turned back to his computer and totally ignoring the young agent in front of him.

Tony stood still for a second before he walked away, thoughts running thru his head. What the hell did just happen?

When Gibbs had called him over, he was sure that they would talk thru this thing but when the Director came by Gibbs turned evil again.

Finally home, he thought as he stepped into his apartment and as he made his way towards the bathroom he stripped out of his clothes.

Tony sighed out loud when he turned on the shower and the hot water fell over his body making him forget his troubles.

But they came back when he stepped out of the shower when the pain from his ankle starting to get worse. He rewrapped it and limped his way into his bedroom, he sat down on his bed, looked up and saw the box. Tony reached for it, lifted it over to the bed and took off the top then he looked down into it.

It was filled with papers and pictures; he reached down and got his SAT:s score, then he saw a picture of him and Luigi.

A few tears escaped down his cheek when he looked at one with him and Luigi at the bar, surrounded by books.

Tony brushed the tears away when he saw another paper and he took it out with shaky hands.

How did Luigi get this? He asked himself as he stared at his real birth certificate. He looked at it for a long time, not thinking at all. He was a bit shocked at seeing it and suddenly he didn't want to see it at all.

He gathered the things and stuffed them back into the box, he laid it back on the chair then he lay down and tried to fall asleep.

TBC