AN: Again thank you so much for all the reviews! I'm glad that you like it! So here comes chapter six, I know that the story is a little slow but I hope that it will pick up soon. Blame that evil plot bunny.

Chapter 6

The next day Gibbs and Tony arrived at the NCIS building together both with a cup of coffee in their hands. Tony was limping a little but didn't feel so much pain because Gibbs had forced him to take some aspirins yesterday and this morning.

The older man watched closely as the younger man made his way to his desk, he had done it all morning and trying to see if something else was wrong.

"You sure that you are alright?" Gibbs asked, frowning.

"I'm fine." Tony sighed, getting tired of that question. "Go to your morning meeting. I promise that I won't get into trouble."

Gibbs snorted at that comment, knowing that Tony could get into trouble anywhere anytime, and then he walked up the stairs to the Directors office. He had only left the bullpen when Ziva and McGee stepped out of the elevator.

"Oh, my. There is something you two aren't telling me." Tony said grinning at his co-workers. "You know that you can tell me about it…."

"What?" McGee asked confused as he walked to his desk.

"I noticed these things and you don't hide it very well, I might add." Tony winked at both of them. "You two arriving at Gibbs house together and leaving together yesterday. And now arriving to work together."

Both McGee and Ziva looked confused at Tony, then at each other and back to Tony who smiled big.

"Tony!" McGee almost shrieked as he blushed as he understood. "There is nothing going on between me and Ziva."

"Me and McGee?" Ziva said, looking at McGee with an appraising look. "Not my type, really."

"I was just thinking." Tony said smiling. "So what is your type, Zee-vah?"

Ziva sat down at her desk as she talked about her type and what was definitely not her type, McGee jumped in with what he thought a girl should have.

They were interrupted by an angry Gibbs made his way down the stairs. He told them that he was going to be tied up in meetings for the most of the day with the Director and other people that were high placed. So he gave them some things that they would work with and then he left, muttering something that the team knew that they didn't want to hear.

"Poor, little Tony." Ziva said in a playful tone as Gibbs left them.

"What do you mean?" Tony said looking up from his computer.

"He won't be happy after a whole day in meetings."

"So?"

"So, you are going home with him." Ziva said and she laughed at Tony's sour expression. They continued bickering for a while before getting back to work.

After lunch Ducky came up to the bullpen to get Tony so he could look over the young man's injuries. Tony tried to talk his way out of it but the old M.E. didn't fall for it. So a muttering Tony followed him down to the autopsy.

McGee saw the elevator doors close behind them then he looked over at Ziva, who was engrossed at the work on her screen and then he discreetly looked around before starting to tap on his computer.

He opened a program and typed in: Michael Anthony DiNozzo, the year and date of birth that had stood on the birth certificate that he had found at Tony's apartment. Then he hit enter.

McGee read thru the text that came up and he saw something that made him stare.

Michael Anthony DiNozzo had died, eleven years old in a car accident.

He leaned back in his chair still staring at the screen in front of him, thinking hard. McGee had been 13 years old when this boy died and according to Tony's file he would have been 15.

He knew that he probably should have left it at that but something made him wanting to dig deeper and so he did.

The boy had died in car-accident, the body hadn't been found but the police thought that it had burned because they had only found some badly burnt bones. Witnesses had place the boy and his mother in the car shortly before the car was hit and exploded shortly after.

So why would Tony have a dead boy's birth certificate in his room, the boy having the same names?

McGee read it twice before making hard decision; he looked around again before he started typing again.

This time he went into NCIS personnel filing system and scrolled down to Anthony Michael DiNozzo.

He looked at the name, wondering what was he doing because he felt that it was wrong but then he remembered Tony's bruises, thinking that next time it Tony wouldn't get out of this with a bunch of bruises so he clicked on the file.

McGee read thru his co-workers file twice as he realised that it really didn't say anything about Tony or his childhood. It held nothing about his parents or where he had grown up. It only held his previous employments and which collage he had attended to.

He wrote down the name of the collage, looked up as the elevator doors opened and saw Tony stepping out. Quickly he closed down the programs, trying not to look guilty as he looked closer at not so happy looking Tony.

"What did Ducky do to you?" Ziva asked as she saw Tony.

"Just poked and probed." Tony said as he sat down.

"Everything alright?" McGee asked, concerned.

"Yeah, just peachy."

"You only have yourself to blame." Ziva said walking to Tony's desk with her arms crossed over her chest.

"What?"

"If you just had told us that you were hurt, Gibbs wouldn't have let you help in on Hodgkin's case." Ziva said frustrated.

"I'm touched, Zee-vah but I'm only bruised not deathly injured." Tony said a bit annoyed, he wasn't made of glass but he was a bit touched that his team mates seemed to care about him.

He felt a bit bad for making them worry but he couldn't tell them about what had happened this weekend because if he did he had to tell them everything and that he couldn't do.

Ziva continued trying to get him to talk but Tony stood his ground and after a while she turned back to her work.

A couple of hours later Gibbs came down the stairs and strode into the bullpen, looking really pissed off.

"Let's go home." Was all he said in a gruff voice as he grabbed his things.

The car were silent as Gibbs drove him and Tony home and he had somewhat calmed down when they exited the car. He walked beside the younger man in case that the younger man should falter because Tony was still limping.

When they came into the house, Gibbs told Tony to rest on the couch while he went to the kitchen to look into the fridge that was almost empty.

"I need to go to the store." Gibbs said. "Is there something special you want?"

"Nah, it's okay." Tony said standing up. "I'm going to grab a shower."

"Be careful."

Tony rolled his eyes and earned a light head slap from his boss. The younger man smiled as he watched Gibbs reatreating back glad that things were slowly getting back to normal.

He made his way into the bathroom, stripped out of his clothes and got into the shower. He let out a sigh as he felt the water run down his sore body and he stood there for a while but his injured ankle started to hurt, forcing him out of the shower earlier than he really wanted.

Putting some old sweat pants and a thin but long sleeved shirt on, then he made his way slowly down to the living room.

Tony sat down on the sofa, arranged his ankle like Gibbs had done yesterday and turned on the television. After a while he dozed off.

Al walked up the path to Gibbs house but before he walked in he took a few deep drags of his cigarette, put it out and took a swing from the small flask he had in his inner pocket.

He swallowed, looked at the flask and took another swing before he opened the door and stepped in.

Inside he noticed Tony lying on the sofa, his eyes closed and his breathing even. Al stepped a little closer and studied the younger man.

The kid looked far too young to be working at NCIS from his point of view, all the three members of Jet's team looked to young and yesterday Al had noticed Tony's designer clothes and shoes. The kid had looked like a model, to pretty to work at the same place as Jet, not at all looking like a marine or army.

Al loathed rich and young kids that climbed up the work ladder to fast, stepping over hard working older people such as him. They got everything served on silver platters.

He himself had worked hard all his life to get to where he was now, he joined the military very young and there he met Jet.

That had been good times, he, Jet and their company fighting against the world. Al spaced a little as he thought back to those times.

Tony was half-asleep on the sofa when suddenly he got a feeling that someone was watching him and that made him wake up.

He looked up and saw Al standing in the doorway that led into the living room, the man looked a little absent minded and his eyes were unfocused.

Tony shifted in the sofa as he kept his eyes on Al who at the small movement became instantly alert and eyes focusing on the younger man.

"Hi, Al." Tony said trying to hold back a shiver as Al's wild eyes stared at him. "You alright?"

"Yeah." Al said in a curt voice, and then he leaned against the door frame. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Okay." Tony said as an uneasy feeling crept into his stomach.

"How could you afford those designer clothes on your pay check? Have a rich daddy don't you?" The distaste in the older man's voice was clear.

"I don't think it's any of your business." Tony said feeling irritated over Al's tone and question.

"Well aren't we snippy?" Al said as he made his way to the sofa and sat down on the coffee table next to Tony's injured ankle.

Tony fought back the instinct to pull away his foot and tried to relax. When Al leaned forward, their faces pretty close.

"You think that you are all that just because you grew up rich and carefree." Al said staring into the younger man's green eyes.

Tony could smell alcohol on Al's bad breath, almost making him gag but the hard and cold stare from those wild brown eyes made him shrink and swallow hard, he had always wondered were Gibbs had learned his death glare and he thought that the teacher was in front of him.

The front door opened and Al leaned back, fast like snake, as Gibbs stepped inside and Tony was really glad to see his boss.

Gibbs stepped into the living room carrying two grocery bags, he looked at Al and Tony feeling that he had missed something but before he said something Al got up and walked over to him, grabbing a bag.

"Let's make some dinner." Al said heading into the kitchen.

Gibbs and Al were sitting at the dinner table alone, Tony had went to his guest room almost imidietly after dinner saying something about being tired.

The comment mad Gibbs a bit worried so he moved to check up on his agent but was stopped by Al.

"Let him be." Al said handing Gibbs a beer bottle. "You can't keep babying him; he just probably tired after a hard day filled with paper pushing."

Gibbs heard the sarcastic undertone in his friend's voice as he looked over to him and sat down across him.

"Resentful much?"

"Nah, but I can't understand why you keep a kid like him around."

"Al, don't start that shit. You don't know him."

"Maybe not but I know his kind." Al said slurring a bit as he took deep swing from his bottle. "I bet that he never have fought for his life before starting to work for you."

"You have had too much to drink, AL." Gibbs said gruffly as he stood up. Gibbs turned his back and walked to his basement, leaving Al in the kitchen by himself but before he said over his shoulder. "Go and sleep it off."

TBC