Wow!! I didn't realize I would get any reviews that quick. I thought I would give everyone the "background" info behind this. Um, ok, we're gonna say that Tony and Gibbs had a really close Father/Son relationship but when Gibbs retired, Tony kinda took it to heart and at first he felt like Gibbs had abandoned him. Then when Gibbs comes back, Tony's attitude towards him is slightly cold. Basiclly, that continues up to the beginning of this story. And forgive me if Gibbs might seem OOC at times, it's just kind of hard to write him like that when we never see him like that. Oh and I know the whole "seeing Tony thing" is kinda like the Kate thing but I was stuck so, there!!! Ok I will stop talking now and let you read.

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Chapter 2

Guilt

The first thing Gibbs noticed were the lights coming from the other side of the warehouse doors. He remained exactly where he was, even as he heard the heavy doors scrape across the ground as they were opened. Gibbs bearly registered when Ducky came into view, leaning over Tony to check for a pulse.

"He's dead Duck." Gibbs voice was hoarse and quiet. His whole body ached from sitting for so long, but he ignored it and continued to stare at Tony's body. Slowly Ducky raised to his feet and went to crouch by Gibbs, taking in his ragged appearance with a sad eye.

"Jethro, we need to get you someplace where I can check for any injuries you might have." Ducky forced his voice to remain calm, waiting for the responce he knew was coming, but to his surprise Gibbs tore his eyes away from his Senior Field Agents body and looked in his direction, but Ducky quickly realized that Gibbs wasn't seeing him at all. Carefully, Ducky hepled Gibbs to his feet and they made their way to the truck. The ME sat Gibbs down on the edge of the vehicle and began to look him over noticing a few cuts but nothing serious. All the while, the Marine stared straight ahead, seeming to take no notice of what was going on around him. For him, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, people and objects almost blurred together. He was vagely aware of Ducky talking to him but he couldn't make out the words. He felt a pair of hands help him up and guide him away from the warehouse, to one of the NCIS registered cars parked a few yards away. The back door was open and he sat down, his legs facing away from the warehouse. Ducky was talking again but soon he left, leaving Gibbs alone, the guilt and pain still swirlling through his conscience. Slowly he closed his eyes and sagged against the seat, exhaustion finally starting to take over.

Once Ducky sat Gibbs down in the car, he went over to stand by Ziva and McGee. They didn't speak at first, all three lost in their own thoughts. Finally, McGee turned to Ducky, wondering if he should even ask.

"How is he Ducky?"

"Not good. I don't think he heard anything I said to him. " Ducky paused, looking over at the car Gibbs sat in. Turning back to the scene in front of him, he let out a small sigh. "Jethro has lost more than just an agent today."

Ziva looked over at the car Gibbs was in, before her attention was drawn back to the stretcher that carried Tony's body being taken to the van that would take him back to NCIS headquarters. She felt her stomach give an uncomfortable lurch as she remembered the sight of his unmoving form on the cold concrete floor.

"Someone is going to have to call Abby and tell her." McGee and Ducky both turned to her, knowing that she was right, but finding no solace in the fact. They all knew how the young woman would take the news and it did nothing to help. Tony was like a brother to her, someone she could easily joke with and even take comfort in sometimes. Her heart would break when they told her.

"I think it best to tell her in person. She will no doubt need a shoulder to cry on." Ducky stated, knowing how true it was. The others nodded in agreement, before turning their attention back the the crime scene.

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Gibbs sat unmoving in the back seat of the car where Ducky had led him, eyes closed as images flashed through his mind. He wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there when he heard the voice he knew wasn't real.

"It wasn't your fault Boss."

Slowly, Gibbs opened his eyes, allowing a sad smile to appear on his lips. He knew it wasn't real, no matter how much his heart wished it was. Tony continued to watch him, leaning against the back of the car, hands stuffed in his pockets. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Tony finally broke the silence.

"Come on Boss, say something. Anything! You're starting to freak me out with the whole silent treatment." Tony joked, hoping it would get him a response. It did. Gibbs eyes flashed with anger before it was quickly replaced by pain as he looked over at Tony.

"Can you prove that DiNozzo?" His tone was harsher than he had intended, but Tony knew it wasn't directed at him. He could see clearly the pain Gibbs couldn't hide. "I was supposed to be the one to watch your six." Gibbs looked away, as if it were some way to hide the pain that could clearly be heard in his voice.

"And I failed."

Tony barely heard the whispered words that were tinged with grief, and it was then that he realized Gibbs was talking about more than just his death.