A/N: Sorry it took a little while to post…I've mainly been hand-writing fics (weird, right?) during school these days and never get to post them or update these…I'm gonna try to update more but I'm not sure how quickly.

Anyway here's the next chapter! :D

"Do you really have to stay?" Tony asked, clearly exasperated.

Gibbs just smirked back at him. When they first arrived at the hospital, Tony had told Gibbs that he could leave. Out of curiosity, he had pretended to leave, only to wait for about ten minutes a few feet beside the hospital's doors. Sure enough, Tony had attempted to escape. Gibbs had just walked behind the younger man and grabbed his shoulder – effectively killing Tony's hopes. Gibbs had then forcibly dragged his Senior Field Agent back into the ER and forced him into one of the plastic waiting room chairs.

Now, even though the younger man was about to have a "strip search" per say (upon Gibbs' request), Gibbs refused to leave. He would have Tony thoroughly examined for any other injuries he had hidden. He didn't want to risk Tony trying to pull another fast one on him.

Gibbs smirked again. He could practically hear Tony's voice, " 'Pull a fast one?' Boss, I hate to break it to you – but that saying died around the same time Jimmy Stewart did."

The doctor entered the room.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Stengel. I understand he has a concussion, a possible other head wound, and possibly extensive bruising on his chest, correct?" The young doctor began.

He was about 6'1" and had dark brown hair with a matching beard. His large glasses also stood out on his visage.

Gibbs just nodded in response and Tony just rolled his eyes at Gibbs' usual non-verbal response. He really is a functional mute. Dr. Stengel then asked Tony to take his clothes off so he could begin examining him. Tony felt himself blush slightly as he glanced over at his boss. Sure, they'd known each other for years and they'd seen each other in various states of clothed and not clothed. Nevertheless, it was never comfortable to strip in front of a coworker. Especially your boss.

Tony began by taking his shirt, jacket, and tie off, making sure to keep his left side out of Gibbs' sight. He had something there that he didn't want Gibbs to ever see. Not this soon after learning that much about his past already. It would be too much. Tony kept his eyes fixed on a spot right past the doctor's left ear. The awkwardness in the room was palpable. The three men were each looking around the small examination room, the only sound being that of Tony unbuckling his belt and then unzipping his pants.

Tony couldn't help but think about how awkward it always was in a bathroom or another silent room when you're unzipping something – anything (A binder, a suitcase, your pants) – and there is barely a sound except you unzipping the object. It was always just so awkward and made you that much more self-conscious about your actions.

Tony mentally sighed as he yanked down his pants and his boxers. He felt too exposed. He watched as the young doctor (thirty? thirty-five?) carefully poked and prodded at his bruises each in various shades of purple, a yellow-ish sickly, green, and a deep black-ish color. At times eliciting a hiss or sharp intake of breath from him.

For his part, Gibbs just leaned against the wall casually, is if his second-in-command wasn't completely naked and getting examined right in front of him. It was only when Gibbs heard the doctor make a noise expressing his curiosity, that Gibbs looked over to where the doctor was looking.

Tony watched as the doctor made his way to his left side and made a curious noise. Tony watched – eyes widening in panic – as Gibbs turned to look as well.

"What's that from?" Dr. Stengel asked, voice laced with curiosity.

Tony (very overtly) covered 'that' with his hands and was received with a raised eyebrow from both of the room's occupants for his reaction and for not answering the doctor's inquiry. Tony was just relieved that Gibbs didn't seem to have seen it.

"Well, DiNozzo?" Gibbs spoke impatiently.

It was painfully obvious Tony was hiding something. For having such amazing undercover skills and as Gibbs just learned recently, skills at hiding things from people close to him, when he messed up – he really messed up.

Gibbs sighed, annoyed, as he motioned for Tony to show him. Tony never disobeyed a direct order. Verbal or not. That was one of the reasons Gibbs was proud of Tony. Tony could stand up to the Director, SECNav, FBI Agents, etc. – yet he never disobeyed Gibbs unless it was to protect him. Tony seemed to sense whenever Gibbs was going to do something stupid or reckless.

Tony obediently complied and revealed what he was hiding. Gibbs' eyes widened and he immediately knew the cause of the mark.

Tony had a slightly star-shaped white scar marring his usually close to perfect tan skin. The way Tony looked away as he allowed Gibbs and Dr. Stengel to stare at it, confirmed the awful feeling in Gibbs' gut.

His father.

He couldn't tell how it happened. But he knew his father did this to him. It was the only logical explanation. If it were from football or a sport or any other thing in the world – Tony would have been quick to explain and probably joke about it. The way he was staring at the ceiling instead of Gibbs and the way he had hastily, albeit sloppily, attempted to cover it up. It made Gibbs feel sick. His mind going places he didn't want it to go.

How many times had Tony lied about its origin? How many times had he covered it up as he was doing now?

Gibbs' was snapped out of his musings by the doctor.

"Well," the doctor began, pausing to clear his throat, "you seem to have been correct. With your injuries, I mean. Um, Agent Gibbs will Agent DiNozzo be staying with you so he can be observed or will he be staying with someone else?"

Gibbs threw a smirk over at Tony before replying, "Oh, he'll be staying with me 'til he's a hundred percent again."

"Okay, well while Agent DiNozzo gets dressed I will talk to you about taking care of him." The two exited the room as Tony redressed. This day was horrible. He groaned. When did his quiet, lonely life become so complicated?

A/N: Okay, whoever knows what tv show I got the doctor's name and appearance from gets free cookies. Anyway, I am looking for a beta and I don't know if there's some sign-up somewhere or something but if anyone wouldn't mind either explaining the beta sign-up to me, or volunteering to be my beta I would greatly appreciate it!

Anyway, I hope to update this and We Lost a Dream We Never Had soon!

Hoped you enjoyed this chapter! And PLEASE REVIEW!