AN: I figured that since I got so many reviews and since I really haven't posted the whole chapter anyway, I would post the next part a little earlier then I planed. Love reviews, so thank you to all that did.

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The next day at work he was in early, just so Gibbs wouldn't shoot him. Not that it had been that hard. He couldn't sleep anyway, so he could just as well get some work done.

When the others came in he barely looked up from his work. No smile, no comment, no nothing. Kate couldn't help it, but she started to get worried now. He didn't look that well at all. It didn't look like he had slept at all that night. He had dark rings under his eyes and was a bit pale. Could Gibbs comment really have hit him that hard? She knew that what other people thought of him was important in his eyes. Gibbs even more so then anyone else.

Also this day went quitetly, which really got everyone even more tense. Kate and McGee barely dared to look up from their work or even move for that matter. Gibbs seemed saticfied with the silence, but the truth was that it was killing him slowly. He dared to look over at Tony once in a while. Tony was lost in his work, because then he didn't have to think about what was happening elsewhere.

When the work day was over he was out the door before anyone else had time to get up and pack their bags. Gibbs thought about stoping him, so they could have a talk. He couldn't get himself to do it for some reason. He had noticed that Kate had looked at him a couple of times and it was clear what she thought of him right now. Even McGee dared to look at him with some resentment.

Instead of going directly home to his boat as he had done the day before. He went to see Ducky. When he walked in to the morgue it looked like Ducky was on his way out.

"Hey, Duck."

"Jethro. To what do I owe the late visit?"

"Slow day?"

"Yes, and I'm thinking that we are not alone in this. But that's not why you're here, is it?"

Gibbs sighed, but couldn't get himself to talk. Even if it was Ducky.

"What's on your heart today?" He knew that it had to be something bad if he had sought him to talk.

"I went to far, Ducky."

"With what?"

"I said right to DiNozzo's face that I regretted ever hiring him. He hasn't said a word since."

"Oh... It doesn't sound like Anthony to take it so hard."

"No, something is off. But I can't deny that I have something to do with his mood."

"Talk to him tomorrow, Jethro. There is something more going on I believe."

Gibbs just nodded. He wasn't that good at getting coversations going again. Tony usually did that for him.

When Tony got to his appartment the door was open and there was someone in there. He could hear some noises coming from his living room. So he pulled out his gun and walked in. He walked carefully towards the sounds. When he rounded the corner he saw a couple of bags on the floor and his father on the couch. He got eyecontact with his father. The anger in his eyes flared at the sight of his son. He had to control himself to not slap the boy senseless.

"Put that thing away before you hurt yourself."

"What do you care?" He could have hit himself for not watching his mouth yet again, but his father did that for him. As fast as the words were out his father jumped off of the couch and hit him. This time Phil DiNozzo didn't hold back at all. His rage was too much for him to deal with. He forgot about everything. The ring on his finger made the blow to Tony's head so hard that he lost his balanse and had to grab the wall, so he wouldn't fall down. He lost the gun. He tried to get his head together and hoped that the room would stop spinning.

"We are leaving now. Grab your bags and lets get going."

"But..." He shut up by the look in his fathers eyes. "I just have to give my boss a call."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Tony picked up his phone and stopped. "Just make the call, DiNozzo." He muttered to himself. He couldn't do it. He just left a message at the office. Gibbs would get it in the morning. He would probably be fired. What kind of an agent couldn't even stand up to his own father at the age 33?

"Are you coming?" Tony flinched. Disgusted with himself, he picked up his bags and followed his father.

His father's car stood outside of the apartment building and he hadn't noticed anything. What kind of an investigator was he? It was going to be a long ride. The time it took to get there seemed to take days rather then hours. Tony barely moved. He just sat in his seat and looked out his window. His true home and family left behind, but then Tony remembered Gibbs comment. He wouldn't be missed anyway, so why cry over it.

The car ride was quiet, but they were getting closer now. So if he was going to his brother he had to say something soon. It took him another 5 minutes before he said something.

"You will not be bothering your brother with your stay. You are coming home with me." Tony wanted to say something, but he knew he would lose anyway and get another bruise. So he went back to being silent. Gibbs could learn a thing or two from his father. He hated to think what would happen then. The car stopped and they got out.

"Home sweet home." He muttered under his breath. The mansion hadn't changed much. It still represented horror, but it helped to think that his grandfather lived here now. Maybe it would be a little easier.

"Get some sleep. I'll get someone to get you when your grandfather is up." Then he painfully grabbed Tony by the arm and told him in a loud whisper "Do not DISTURB him!"

"No, sir."

Since they were a couple of hours in time difference, he might be able to get a couple of hours of sleep. He hoped so, cause the little sleep he had gotten the night before started to catch up with him.