Gibbs was shocked. And he wasn't shocked easily. But this time, he was.

Tony. His Tony was abused. He could tell from what Tony had said about his childhood that it certainly wasn't a happy one, but this was worse than he thought. He thought that Tony was neglected and ignored as a child but to be abused on top of that. That's horrible. If Gibbs ever sees Senior again, he's not sure that he could refrain from breaking the guy's nose…or arm.

Gibbs then broke out of his thoughts when he heard a light snoring. He looked over next to him to find Tony fast asleep on his couch.

Gibbs sighed. The questions will have to wait.

The next morning Tony woke up with a pounding headache. He hates hangovers. Tony doesn't get drunk often but sadly he can always remember what happened while he was drunk even if he couldn't refrain from doing at the time.

Tony let out a soft groan. Why? Why did he go to Gibbs' place? Of all places he could have chosen, he chose Gibbs' place! And why? Why, did he tell him about his father? He's been keeping that hidden for decades and now the only person he tells that believes him, is Gibbs. Oh, this sucks…

Maybe if he just continued to feign sleep he could get out of having an awkward conversation. He'll get up late, so Gibbs is almost late, so he has to yell at him to get ready, and won't have time to talk.

Tony allowed a small smile to grace his lips. That's a good plan.

"You can't feign sleep that well, can you, DiNozzo?" Gibbs voice called from the kitchen.

Tony let out another groan.

"That's not an answer, DiNozzo."

"Sorry, boss, and apparently not." Tony cringed as the lights around him were turned on.

"Rise and shine. You hungry?" Gibbs inquired in a soft voice close to Tony's face.

Tony then began to open his eyes. There was Gibbs next to his "bed" looking right at him. Tony relished moments like this. Gibbs was wearing sweats and looked like he as well, had just awoken. He loved how it felt so natural to be allowed to see Gibbs like this. All domestic-looking.

"That's fine, boss. I'm just going to go back to my apartment and get ready for work." Tony looked away awkwardly.

"How?"

Tony paused. Oh, yeah…he walked to Gibbs apartment.

"Uh…well, first, I'll walk over to the bar and get my car and…keys."

"DiNozzo, we are going to talk." And with that Gibbs moved Tony's legs off the couch and sat down beside him. He then opened his hand and revealed an aspirin which Tony gratefully took.

"Thanks, boss."

There was a brief silence in which Tony couldn't help but squirm under Gibbs harsh stare.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Tony suddenly felt annoyed. Of course, the obvious "Why didn't you…" questions are coming.

"Well, it's certainly not something that comes up in regular conversation. I mean, how do you bring up something like that? 'How are you?' 'Oh did I ever tell you about my bastard father? Yeah he beat me real good as a child.' I just doesn't make very good conversation, does it?"

Gibbs knew this was going to be difficult. Tony's not the kind of person to accept sympathy or even worse, pity. Gibbs decided it best to trap Tony later and interrogate him then.

"Well, we better get going or we'll be late. Come on, I'll drive." Gibbs then stood and began walking up his stairs. "Don't even try to leave, DiNozzo, you won't even make it out the door…I child-proofed it."

Tony couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at that. At least Gibbs was ready to let things remain normal at work. Tony then made his way to Gibbs bathroom to take a shower and hopefully make himself look better than he felt.

The drive to the office was in silence, which Tony was eternally grateful for. He had never intended on telling anyone on his past, and now he was stupid enough to get drunk and tell his boss. Well, Tony knew that Gibbs was more than just a boss to him, he was more like a father than his actual father was.

When they arrived at the office McGee and Ziva were already there.

When McGee and Ziva saw Tony and Gibbs walking in together, they exchanged questioning looks but refrained from commenting.

Then, they noticed Tony's appearance. He looked just as much hungover as he was. Ziva smirked.

"Appears someone partied too firm last night." Ziva said smugly.

Tony looked confused before he realized what she meant.

"It's hard, Ziva. Partied too hard." Tony couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face after correcting one of Ziva's English mistakes.

"Whatever. You know what I meant." Ziva replied exasperated.

Tony then sat down and attempted to get some work done, but his thoughts were racing. One repeating itself constantly.

This day just sucks doesn't it.