A.N. I am miserable, and therefore Tony must be miserable as well :S But don't worry, Papa!Gibbs comes later on...Thanks for all those reviews though :) They cheer me up some. Enjoy!

Three.

Gibbs glared at everyone and everything, inanimate objects included. Everyone had apparently gotten together at a secret meeting and discussed the subject in great detail: How can we piss Leroy Jethro Gibbs off? They were all succeeding. And he was hunting down every single member.

He'd told Ducky to shut up-in a more graphic way than necessary, had confiscated Abby's insufferably loud music, and almost made Palmer pee his pants.

The team had gotten a case, if you could really call it that, he thought, aggravated even further. They had to babysit the spoiled son of an ambassador, Ellis, until his flight home got to the airport. Gibbs had rolled his eyes and given babysitting duty to DiNozzo, with a sharp. "It's not like you have anything important to do." at the end of the order.

He'd piled a mountain of paperwork on Tim and Zivas desks, and gone out for another cup of coffee afterward.

When he came back, he found Tony leading the son of the ambassador around NCIS. He was surprised to see that the man was about as old as he was. He'd been expecting someone Tonys' age or younger. He noticed the two of them seemed to be getting along quite well, Ellis' arm around Tonys' shoulder, as they shared a joke. Something spurred in him, and he scowled darkly, as he came to his desk and sat.

You could tell the man had come from money almost instantly. His posture, the way he spoke, it was all very poised and dignified. All day, Gibbs watched Tony grin at this man, share stories with him, Ellis would intently listen to Tonys' animated description of amazing movies he'd seen, and for some reason all of this bothered Gibbs. A lot.

A few hours later, when Ellis' plane arrived, and his regular body guards showed up to take him to the private jet, the older man and Tony hugged good bye as if they'd known each other for years, instead of just those few hours. And again, it had bothered Gibbs. A lot.

So when Tony sat at his desk again, continuing to work on his cold case, Gibbs glared at him. "I thought I'd sent you on protection duty; didn't think it entailed all that giggling and gossiping."

Tony looked up, blinked, "Boss, we weren't-"

"Oh no, it's fine DiNozzo. Must be nice to finally have a conversation with someone who comes from as much money as you do."

Tony frowned. Why would he go there? His head throbbed again, as it had been all day, but this time it was the blood rushing in his ears that made his head ache. "Gibbs, that's not-"

"You were raised as an only child, so was he. A lot in common, I suppose. Trust fund babies living off your fathers' money, spoiled, loud, always seeking attention because apparently as kids money mattered m-"

"Fuck you." Tony shoved his chair away from his desk and ran off, tears stinging at the edges of his eyes.

Tim looked up at his boss, "You went too far. You've been going too far all damn day." and he too got up, to follow his friend, Ziva close behind, shooting a scathing glare at Gibbs. One that said 'Fix this.'

Gibbs sat there, mouth agape, very still. Fuck.

A.N. Sorry for the shortness (again). :O