Title: A Father's Love
Pairings: Gibbs/Tony father/son
Summary: When Tony discovers his father's coming to town, it surfaces long buried memories. Can Gibbs convince Tony to let him help and that he's worth a father's love?
A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to update! Here is the next chapter. And I want to thank all of you who took the time to review the first chapter: NickTonyK, Gibbs4Eva, ladykale1985, tansysam, moira4eku, poohbear123, srushton24, Long Live BRUCAS, keembur, Dru, PoeticJustice84 and Caper25. Thanks for letting me know I'm doing a good job!
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Tony shot up in bed with a gasp, heart pounding and sweat soaking his body and his sheets.
"Damnit," he whispered, running his finger through his hair. That was the sixth time that night he woke up from a nightmare. He sighed and looked over at the clock. 4:30. He sighed again.
"I might as well head into work," he said to himself. "It's not like I'm actually going to get anymore sleep." He let out a mirthless laugh.
Tony slowly made his way to the bathroom and stripped. He turned the water up as hot as it would go and stood there, resting his forehead against the wall. Once the water started turning cold, he hurriedly finished his shower and got out. He started getting ready for the day, but only put in a third of the effort he normally did. Deeming himself ready, he headed to the front door. Grabbing his wallet, keys, phone, badge and gun off the table, he opened the door, closed and locked it behind him, and headed for work.
Tony arrived at work fifteen minutes later. After greeting the guard at the gate, Tony headed to the bullpen. He plopped down into his chair with a groan and turned on his computer. He leaned back in his chair, and before he knew it he was asleep.
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Gibbs strode into the bullpen at 6:15, sipping on his usual cup of coffee. When he got to the bullpen, he stopped. It didn't surprise him that Tony was there already; it wasn't that unusual. What was unusual, however, was that it looked like his Senior Field Agent was in the midst of a nightmare.
He debated with himself about whether or not to wake Tony up. He decided that he probably should, and headed over to Tony's desk. But before he could make it there, Tony suddenly shot up with a gasp. He looked around wildly, and when his eyes landed on Gibbs, a look of embarrassment fleeted across his face before putting on a mask of indifference.
"Hey, Boss," Tony said, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice but not quite succeeding.
"Hey, DiNozzo," Gibbs replied neutrally, looking at him intently. Tony squirmed under his gaze. "Anything you want to talk about?"
"Not particularly," Tony replied.
Gibbs looked at him for a moment before finally nodding his head. "Alright," he said, heading for his desk. He decided to let the subject drop for now.
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Tony let out a sigh of relief. He was thankful that Gibbs let the subject drop, but knew it was only temporary. They worked on paperwork silently.
Half an hour later, they heard the ding of the elevator. Tony looked up, and sure enough out walked Abby. She bounced over to Gibbs' desk.
"Good Morning, El Jefe," she said with a bright smile.
Gibbs looked up at her and gave her a small smile in return. "Mornin', Abs."
She then turned her sights to Tony.
"Tony," she squealed, planting herself in his lap.
"Morning, Abs," he said, giving her a small smile. "How was your night?"
As Abby started prattling on about what she did the night before, Tony felt himself relax. As long as Abby was talking, he could forget about his problems and focus on her. Soon, the elevator dinged again. Out walked McGee and Ziva, talking and laughing.
Once Abby spotted them, she stopped talking and made her way over to them. Tony frowned at the loss of attention.
"Timmy, Ziva," she exclaimed, giving them each one of her special Abby Hugs.
"Hey, Abs," "Hello, Abby." McGee and Ziva replied as they returned her hugs. After chatting with them about their nights, she decided to head to her lab.
"Good Morning, Boss." "Good Morning, Gibbs." Gibbs grunted in greeting.
They turned their sights to Tony and greeted him. He looked up distractedly and nodded in reply. McGee and Ziva looked at each other and frowned. That wasn't like Tony at all. They sat down and tried to engage Tony in conversation, but every attempt failed. They grew more and more worried by the second.
Gibbs stood up suddenly. The others stood up as well.
"Do we have a case Gibbs," Ziva asked.
"Nope," Gibbs replied. "It's all cold cases." McGee and Ziva groaned and sat back down. Tony on the other hand was relieved. He wasn't sure he could concentrate on an actual case right now.
Gibbs made his way to the elevator. "Going for coffee," he threw over his shoulder.
As soon as Gibbs was gone, McGee turned to Tony.
"Alright, Tony, what's wrong," McGee demanded.
"Nothing's wrong," Tony said defensively.
"Don't give me that," McGee said, concerned. "You haven't spoken one word to us unless you had to, you haven't played any pranks, thrown something at us, or called me names. So what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong McGee," Tony snapped. "Now just drop it."
Surprised at Tony's behavior, McGee complied. There was tense silence in the bullpen. When Gibbs came back, he noticed, but didn't say anything. For the most part, Tony was left alone, and that's exactly what he wanted. It gave him time to think. There was one close call when Ziva cornered him in the men's room, but he managed to evade her questions.
At 6:30 Gibbs said "Go home." The others looked at him. "Go. I'll see you on Monday."
McGee and Ziva hurried out of there, eager to escape from the tension hanging over their heads. Tony on the other hand took his time.
Gibbs stood in front of Tony's desk, waiting. Finally, Tony looked up.
"My door is always open, DiNozzo," Gibbs said quietly.
"I know Boss," Tony replied just as quietly.
He watched Gibbs go and sat down to think. He finally decided on an answer to the question he'd been pondering since last night. He took a deep breath and made his way out of the bullpen, hoping he made the right decision.e HE